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Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans that wanna do thangs

That's workin' for other people, y'all need to open your own business

Save your money, quit payin' motherfuckers with jheri curls

Quit payin' motherfuckers with perms

Save your money, start your own business

And you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work

This is our future right here, this our future right here

For this little African right here to have a future

I'm a dead motherfucker

Wake up, jumped out my bed

Hung in a two man cell wit my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead

Murder was the case that they gave me

Dear God, I wonder can you save me?

I'm only 18 so I'm a young buck

It's a ride if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck

But that's the life of a G, I guess

Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest

Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker

Uhh too late, damn, down goes another nigga

Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs

Getting a rep as a young hog

It ain't nuttin' like the street life

You betta be strapped wit yo shank 'cuz ain't no fist fight

So I guess I gots the handle mine

Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

Them say me grow up to be nuttin'

Look at me now what do you see

I am what I am it's only me

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility?

Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll

27 years old, off on parole, stroll

I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money

That I'm making as soon as I touch the street

Things done changed but it's alright

Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right

But it ain't no thing to me

'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.

The little homies from the hood wit grip

Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip

Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do?

Didn't know he had a 22

Straight sitting behind his back

I grabed his pockets and then I heard six caps

I fell to the ground with blood on my hands

I didn't understand

How a nigga so young could bust a cap

I used to be the same way back

I guess that's what I get

For trying to jack the little homies for they grip

Me learn many things of

What me see from the streets

The outcome of what I come to be

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility?

Something for the real O.G.'s to get wit

Some facts made our made now you wanna run and play

Like every single day, really doe, you know me

I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie

No need to be uncalm if you pack right

And learning just enough to keep your sack right

Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'?

Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'?

Seven young G's but they serve down

In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now

Not thinking about what's really going on

Got crept on, stepped on now they gone

I spent four years in the county wit nuttin' but convicts around me

But now I'm back at the pound

And we expose ways for the youth to survive

Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right

So make all them ends you can make

'Cause when you're broke you break, check it out

So ain't no need for your mama to trip

'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta clocking your grip

And now me life as you can see

Still an O.G. for life

And always remain to be

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility?

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