Look at that lil' $$# Westside doped out
insane-in-the-brain little ^!$$% servin caine
Use to have to axe could he cross the street

now he's rollin in a Gee, the Gee is on E
He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?)
Don't roll that %#@! (Wassup?) and hold that %#@! (Wassup?)

Now you know what $#&@in set he's claimin
A wild little ^!$$% and it ain't no tamin
And just when you think everything is calm

that mother$#&@er is the first to bum
like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
He'll draw down and then check his beeper

He's clockin them chicks and bucks
Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please

Little locs are harder then the OGz
You fall to the ground and beg please
Just got served by little ^!$$%s on the 10-speed

12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil $$# gee.....


God damn, it's a trick
Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip
Now he's straight Crip, or Blood

Now ya sag, you use the blunt
Now ya known as the favorite groupie
Goin to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup?)

But I ain't surprised
It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
You mother$#&@in crook

You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took
Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y
Westside hustler $#&@er-tory

In the jail and it ain't no thang
Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uhh)
A underage boy that's lookin tossed

And that's ya idea of who you hide
All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
Little ^!$$% nuttier than a Snicker

You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me
A fool, a killer, a lil $$# gee......


[Interlude: (two sampled guys talking)]

See, I knew it wouldn't be long

They got your $$# stretched like Stretch Armstrong
In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin
Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin

20 years old but ya still a veteran
Won't touch down til we're livin like the Jetsons
Proud of ya self, because ya done done it

Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach
Never even think about a woman to $#&@
Rather stand in lin eor bust the $$# of a young buck

Got stuck, now you're bleedin
Hospital ward, is got your reading
Learn about the knowledge of self ya see

that ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these
See, it ain't about bein hard
But that's whatcha tell the little homies in the yard

Ya already done did 10
and wish you could start all over again
Brand new inmates and who do ya see

Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil $$# gee.....

A fool, a lil $$# gee

Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies
who probably gon' see more, ahh, $$#holes than #~!!@holes
when they get you in that system