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Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out

insane-in-the-brain little nigga 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 shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit
(Wassup?)

Now you know what fuckin set he's claimin

A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin

And just when you think everything is calm

that motherfucker 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 niggas on the 10-speed

12 years old, got bumps they can't keep

A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass 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 motherfuckin crook

You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood
took

Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y

Westside hustler fucker-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 nigga nuttier than a Snicker

You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me

A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee......

Interlude: (*two sampled guys talking*)

See, I knew it wouldn't be long

They got your ass 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 fuck

Rather stand in lin eor bust the ass 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 ass
gee.....

A fool, a lil ass gee

Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies

who probably gon' see more, ahh, assholes than
pussyholes

when they get you in that system