The Ghetto x8. 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. x3. That's the life of a G. That's the life of a G I guess. The ghetto. x3. That's the life of a G. The ghetto. That's the life of a G I guess. The ghetto.