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 talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm
a vet smokin' on a wet cigarette (who these
niggas think they are) (wishin' on a ghetto
star i represent my tar) I start bustin' and
they scatter like water bugs cuz these
westside niggas is harder thugs enslve us but
nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben
Davis shootin' at your neighbors (cuz
sometimes I feel like a nut don'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 mo'
dinner little (what) killer king is the
hospital feelin' numb from the bullets I
hum and when they hit black mothers have fits
I don't give a shit (Chorus) [Mack
10] Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could
dance underwater and not get wet (check
it) [Mr. Short Khop] Its rainin' bullets
and I'm still there (Foe life) I'm still
there my house shoes get wet from the dew on
the grass up early in the morning takin' out
the trash feelin' like a loser alcohol
abuser two youngsters roll up on a beach
cruiser one on the peddles the other on the
handle bars (what) tryin' 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 fo' fo' slugs face down in the
mud puddle full of blood left for dead the
pain starts to spread now I can'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
can't move my legs he said don't try to now
this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably
never walk again I sit there motionless
holdin' this pain inside contemplating
suicide at night I jerk and jerk but my
dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn) now
who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube I
be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a
vet (Chorus) [Mack 10] Fool I'm a vet
you can bet that I could dance underwater and
not get wet (check it) [Mr. Short Khop] Its
rainin' bullets and I'm still there young
ghetto nigga in a wheelchair fuck a V-A they
need G-A gang hospital for a crippal now I'm
drinkin' rippal same corner same hood I'm
still there with bandanas tied to my wheel
chair to all the hood rat hoes I'm
fine they mad cuz my tongue get tired now
everybody wanna put they dope on me sayin' I
won't get searched by the LAPD I'm sitting on
a doorway duece five dependin' on neck to keep
my ass alive I don't got folks but my arms
about a one six my fuckin' legs lookin' like
tooth picks some times I can't deal got to beg
the B G's to roll me up the hill put me on the
porch now I'm on the torch smokin'
cocaine just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin'
to lose and last night I couldn't make it to
the bathroom feelin' like a two year old you
can't get a sip from the brew I hold nigga its
the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap
gangbanger there's a lot in my life I regret
becomin' a ghetto vet Fool I'm a
Vet (Chorus)(2X) [Mack 10] Fool I'm a
vet you can bet that I could dance underwater
and not get wet (check it) [Mr. Short
Khop] Its rainin' bullets and I'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
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