(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)
    The Ghetto [8x]
    [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
  Wake up, jumped out my bed
  I'm in a two man cell with 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 eighteen, so I'm a young buck
  It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
  But that's the life of G, I guess
  Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
  Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
  Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
  Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
  Gettin' that rep as a young hog
  It ain't nothin' like the street life
  You better be strapped with your shank
  Cause ain't no fist fight
  So I guess I gots to handle mine
  Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time
    [Chorus:]
    We run game in the ghetto
  We gets high in the ghetto
  We gets shot in the ghetto
  You might get stuck in the ghetto
  Lil' Ghetto Boy
    [Dr. Dre]
  Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll
  Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
  I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
  That I be makin' soon as I touch them streets
  Things done changed on this side
  Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
  But it ain't no thang to me
  Cause now I'm what they call a loced ass O.G.
  The little homies from the hood with grip
  Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set trip
  Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
  Didn't know he had a twenty-two
  Straight sittin' behind his back
  I grabbed 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 what?)
  For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip
    [Chorus]
    [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
  Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get with
  Some facts made our made
  Now you runnin' but I'm played
  Like every single day, really doe
  You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian
  Gamin'em for my homie
  No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
  And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight
  Late nights, I wonder what they get in for?
  Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
  Seven young G's put they serve down
  In a G ride, Eastside's where they swerve now
  Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
  Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
  I spent four years in the county
  With nothin' 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 hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip
    [Chorus]
    Lil' Ghetto Boy
    That's the life of a G, I guess
  The ghetto [3x]
    That's the life of a G
  That's the life of a G, I guess
  The ghetto [3x]
    That's the life of a G. The ghetto
  That's the life of a G, I guess
  The ghetto