C-murder - Young Ghetto Boy lyrics

[New-9 talking] The system got n***as missin', they ain't never comin' home I can't live like this I gotta get from back here I can't get a good lawyer I can't eat right, it's R.I.P. either way Rest In Peace or Rest In Prison [C-Murder] I woked up an strapped on my shoes I'm in a three man cell wit my homeboys Skinew & Boo C-Murder is tha name dat they gave me An 187 what I'm facin' you can't save me An uh n***a I really don't give a f** No hesitation, if you trip dawg you gettin' stuck Already did three years in tha county, dats how they found I had my 3rd Ward n***as round me Tha Callio n***a what they hittin' for At Rose Tavern, they caught me at tha liquor store My baby boo she couldn't hide tha dope quicker I'm on tha news now, down goes another n***a An murder weapon in my draws I had to pause They took me down town, n***a where's my phone call I'm facin' life for tryna get my swerve on A young n***a I'll never see tha 3rd homes [Chorus: Ms. Peaches + C-Murder] It's kinda hard comin' up in this wicked world as a ghetto boy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy)As a ghetto boy Ghetto boy comin' up in these ghetto streets (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy)In these ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up & find yaself in penitentairy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy)penitentiary [C-Murder] Now I'm hittin' them clubs, 23 years old An still on parole, wit a mouth fulla golds I might whoop some a** tonight These lil' young a** n***as they better get they mind right Lil' daddy move I'm bigger than you I got these bra** knuckles but damn dat fool had a twenty two I use to be a young thug way back I tried to brake but too late he bust six caps Wit beaucoup blood on my hand, I couldn't understand How this young thug could shoot me man I useta be tha same way back in tha days, but sh** changed Don't f** wit tha lil' man [Chorus] It's kinda hard comin' up in this wicked world as a ghetto boy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy) Ghetto boy comin' up in these ghetto streets (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy) What you gonna do when you grow up & find yaself in penitentairy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy) (Justa lil' ghetto by) (Justa lil' ghetto boy) (Justa lil' ghetto boy)