Young Ghetto Boy Lyrics - C-murder

[New-9 talking] 

The system got niggas 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 nigga I really don't give a fuck 

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 niggas round me 

Tha Callio nigga 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 nigga 

An murder weapon in my draws I had to pause 

They took me down town, nigga where's my phone call 

I'm facin' life for tryna get my swerve on 

A young nigga 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 ass tonight 

These lil' young ass niggas they better get they mind right 

Lil' daddy move I'm bigger than you 

I got these brass 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 shit changed 

Don't fuck wit tha lil' man