Life....
niggas used to come and get me
when it was time to disagree with an enemy
pass the hennessy it gives me energy
packed the gat in the small of my back
where these niggas at i clear the whole pack
talkinand' shit cuz iand'm down for my set iand'm a vet
smokinand' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishinand' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
i start bustinand' and they scatter like water bugs
cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
enslve us but nothinand' can save us from sportinand' ben davis
shootinand' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes i feel like a nut donand't give a fuck when i open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed moand' dinner little (what)
killer king is the hospital
feelinand' numb from the bullets i hum
and when they hit black mothers have fits i donand't give a shit
(chorus)
[mack 10]
fool iand'm a vet you can bet that
i could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[mr. short khop]
its raininand' bullets and iand'm still there
(foe life) iand'm still there
my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up early in the morning takinand' out the trash
feelinand' like a loser alcohol abuser
two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
tryinand' be ghetto stars they said:
are you from the westside is it so?
i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
in slow mo foand' foand' slugs face down in the mud
puddle full of blood left for dead
the pain starts to spread now i canand't feel my legs
i meet doctor who at king drew medical center
as i enter i see you
he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
i said i canand't move my legs he said donand't try to
now this ainand't the end my friend but youand'll probably never walk again
i sit there motionless holdinand' this pain inside contemplating suicide
at night i jerk and jerk
but my dick donand't work it donand't even hurt (damn)
now whoand'd ever thought a nigga rude as ice cube
i be pissinand' through a tube fool iand'm a vet
(chorus)
[mack 10]
fool iand'm a vet you can bet that
i could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[mr. short khop]
its raininand' bullets and iand'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
fuck a v-a they need g-a
gang hospital for a crippal now iand'm drinkinand' rippal
same corner same hood iand'm still there
with bandanas tied to my wheel chair
to all the hood rat hoes iand'm fine
they mad cuz my tongue get tired
now everybody wanna put they dope on me
sayinand' i wonand't get searched by the lapd
iand'm sitting on a doorway duece five
dependinand' on neck to keep my ass alive
i donand't got folks but my arms about a one six
my fuckinand' legs lookinand' like tooth picks
some times i canand't deal got to beg the b gand's to roll me up the hill
put me on the porch now iand'm on the torch smokinand' cocaine
just to maintain nutinand' to gain nutinand' to lose
and last night i couldnand't make it to the bathroom
feelinand' like a two year old you canand't get a sip from the brew i hold
nigga its the only friend to a stranger aka hadicap gangbanger
thereand's a lot in my life i regret becominand' a ghetto vet
fool iand'm a vet
(chorus)(2x)
[mack 10]
fool iand'm a vet you can bet that
i could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[mr. short khop]
its raininand' bullets and iand'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
life.....
yea....
life...
yea....
life... life....
dedicated to all the ghetto vets
for every nigga that done took one for the hood
