Look at that lil' a** Westside doped out
Insane in the brain little n***a servin' caine
Use to have to axe could he cross the street
Now he's rollin' in a Gee the Gee is on E
He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spread (whats up?)
Don't roll that sh** (whats up?) and hold that sh** (whats up?)
Now you know what f**in' set he's claimin'
A wild little n***a and it ain't no tamin'
And just when you think everything is calm
That motherf**er is the first to bum
Like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
He'll draw down and then check his beeper
He's clockin' them chicks and bucks
Gettin', his little dick s**ed by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg please
Just got served by little n***as on the 10-speed
12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
A straight k**er, a fool, a lil' a** gee
God damn, it's a trick
Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip
Now he's straight Crip, or Blood
Now ya sag, you use the blunt
Now ya known as the favorite groupie
Goin' to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (whats up?)
But I ain't surprised
It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
You motherf**in' crook
You want respect 'cause you didn't get'cha manhood took
Drinkin' that 'yac like it's no tomorr-why
West side hustler f**er-tory
In the jail and it ain't no thing
Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uh)
A underage boy that's lookin' tossed
And that's ya idea of who you hide
All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
Little n***a nuttier than a Snicker
You don't want to be like Mike, you want to be like me
A fool, a k**er, a lil' a** gee
See, I knew it wouldn't be long
They got your a** stretched like Stretch Armstrong
In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin'
Sendin' more kites than Benjamin Franklin
20 years old but ya still a veteran
Won't touch down til we're livin' like the Jetsons
Proud of ya self, because ya done done it
Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach
Never even think about a woman to f**
Rather stand in line or bust the a** of a young buck
Got stuck, now you're bleedin'
Hospital ward, is got your reading
Learn about the knowledge of self ya see
That ya mad enough to go and stick the d**h to these
See, it ain't about bein hard
But that's what'cha tell the little homies in the yard
Ya already done did 10
And wish you could start all over again
Brand new inmates and who do ya see
Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil' a** gee
A fool, a lil' a** gee
Yo this go out to the little hard head homies
Who probably goin' see more, ah, a**holes than p**y holes
When they get you in that system