Life....
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niggas used to come and get me
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when it was time to disagree with an enemy
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pass the hennessy it gives me energy
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packed the gat in the small of my back
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where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
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talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet
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smokin' on a wet cigarette
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(who these niggas think they are)
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(wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
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I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs
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cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
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enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
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shootin' at your neighbors
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(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)
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hot rocks fly from the back seat and
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busta ass niggas run like a track meet
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an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what)
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killer king is the hospital
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feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
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and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit
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[Chorus]
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[Mack 10]
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Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
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I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
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[Mr. Short Khop]
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Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
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(Foe life) I'm still there
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my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
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up early in the morning takin' out the trash
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feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
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two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
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one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
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tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
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Are you from the westside is it so?
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i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
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in slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud
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puddle full of blood left for dead
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the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs
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I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center
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as I enter I.C.U.
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he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
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I said I can't move my legs he said don't try to
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now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again
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I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide
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at night I jerk and jerk
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but my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn)
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now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube
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I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet
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[Chorus]
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[Mack 10]
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Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
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I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
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[Mr. Short Khop]
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Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
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young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
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fuck a V-A they need G-A
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gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal
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same corner same hood I'm still there
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with bandanas tied to my wheel chair
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To all the hoodrat hoes I'm fired
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they mad cuz my tongue get tired
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now everybody wanna put they dope on me
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sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD
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I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
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Dependin on that to keep my ass alive
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I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six
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My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks
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some times I can't deal got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill
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put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine
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just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose
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and last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom
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feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold
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nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
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there's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet
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Fool I'm a Vet
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[Chorus (2X)]
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[Mack 10]
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Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
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I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
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[Mr. Short Khop]
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Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
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young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
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Life.....
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Yea....
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Life...
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Yea....
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Life... Life....
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Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
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for every nigga that done took one for the hood
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Ghetto Vet
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Ice Cube |