Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child

Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Watch your back, yo, kid, it's on, it's time on time Take ten of theirs 'cause they took one of mine Them niggas sound sweet, ain't nothing I think they packin' heat, ain't nothing we cuttin' Nigga, get up, pick your motherfucking head up Somebody gon' get whet up, does this look like a set up? See that bitch over there? Yeah, she tryin' to get attention Watch them niggas to your left, oh, see you mention and they flinchin' Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed Why the Hill Street Blues make me refuse to leave my man? Nigga, leave when I jump up and squeeze, nigga, breeze Down upstairs, get Pacino and bees and more toast They gettin' close, nigga, Larry These niggas should be buried The situation's a tough decision I'm going to get some more ammunition So we can continue this mission Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Bring it to 'em, kid, catch them niggas before they slide True dat, you get the front, I creep from the side Take 'em down, soon as you hit the dough let your shit go I figured that them young punks was scheming from the get go Kill that noise, watch your back Nigga, get back, Bill, where you at? Over here kid, I spot him Come on, but I'm comin' your way, kid I got him, watch yourself, blowin' them herbs What now? Let them slugs calm your nerves Let's motivate, wait, Pacino still chasin' We bringin' this home, leave him alone, kid, he lacin' 'em That's how it is when it's time to roll M.O.P. home never fold They try to set us up, dumpin' you a sin I'ma, chill, nigga, you know we gon' see them chumps again Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Five O, go, yo, stash the hammer Where your's? I just left my shit right there under the bammer Make moves, kid, it ain't no time for debatin' Why go straight when you know the man gon' be waitin'? Dip in the building, what if the door's locked? Damn, we can't stop, the cops's surrounding the block And them chumps are comin' fast Nigga, dig up in the building, hit the hazard and bear last Nigga, they right behind us, I ain't tryin' to get caught by the law Oh, shit, they comin' in the building, open up the door Hurry up, I ain't sittin' in no pen, nigga Five O comin' it's us, let us in, nigga Lock the door, cut them lights off, stash the crack Crack the safe and see where them chumps is at They all over the place and we facin' hard times at trial Lifestyles of a ghetto child Alright, now you two, come out with our hands up I give you ten seconds, come out with our hands up We got the place surrounded, don't run [Incomprehensible] team respond, I need some back up down here Send me some back up, I need some back up, damn it Fuck 'em, yeah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em