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
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
can get you home tonight Can you be my action Heyyy (You can be my shone, you can be my shone) You can be my, you can be my - we shonin' Baby you can
get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get Can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get
luck And we gon fuck the World til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin
wait it's your daddy callin' Naah, we don't get down like that but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like that Cuuuurtisss Tryin' to make peace with
see dead people Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast [Verse 1] I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha Brought me back from the dead, that's
's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You
, Dre Thought I was Dead West coast One blood [x4] [Verse 1] I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead, that's why
b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN
mutha fucka All you get up on there is sing a few hooks Nigga you wanna claim a niggas fame, nigga You was our Ashanti, you bitch ass nigga What the fuck
Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones
G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit They wanna get that ass hit Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G) Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not