作曲 : Stephen Anderson/O'Shea Jackson/Lionel Hunt Life.... ********s 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 ********s at i clear the whole pack Talkin' ********t cuz i'm down for my set i'm a vet Smokin' on a wet cigarette (who these ********s think they are) (wi********n' on a ghetto star i represent my tar) I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs Cuz these westside ********s 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 ******** when i open ya up) Hot rocks fly from the back seat and Busta ass ********s 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 ********t (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 ******** don't work it don't even hurt (damn) Now who'd ever thought a ******** 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 ******** in a wheelchair ******** 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 hoodrat hoes i'm fired They mad cuz my tongue get tired Now everybody wanna put they **** on me Sayin' i won't get searched by the lapd I'm sitting on a doorway duece five Dependin on that to keep my ass alive I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six My ******** 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' ******** 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 ******** its the only friend to a stranger aka hadicap ********er 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 ******** in a wheelchair Life..... Yea.... Life... Yea.... Life... life.... Dedicated to all the ghetto vets For every ******** that done took one for the hood
作曲 : Stephen Anderson/O'Shea Jackson/Lionel Hunt Life.... ********s 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 ********s at i clear the whole pack Talkin' ********t cuz i'm down for my set i'm a vet Smokin' on a wet cigarette (who these ********s think they are) (wi********n' on a ghetto star i represent my tar) I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs Cuz these westside ********s 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 ******** when i open ya up) Hot rocks fly from the back seat and Busta ass ********s 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 ********t (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 ******** don't work it don't even hurt (damn) Now who'd ever thought a ******** 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 ******** in a wheelchair ******** 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 hoodrat hoes i'm fired They mad cuz my tongue get tired Now everybody wanna put they **** on me Sayin' i won't get searched by the lapd I'm sitting on a doorway duece five Dependin on that to keep my ass alive I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six My ******** 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' ******** 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 ******** its the only friend to a stranger aka hadicap ********er 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 ******** in a wheelchair Life..... Yea.... Life... Yea.... Life... life.... Dedicated to all the ghetto vets For every ******** that done took one for the hood
