Lil [bad word] Gee"

Look at that lil' [bad word] Westside doped out
insane-in-the-brain little [bad word] servin caine
Use to have to ask could he cross the street
now he's rollin in a Gee, the Gee is on He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?)
Don't roll that [bad word] (Wassup?) and hold that [bad word] (Wassup?)
Now you know what [bad word] set he's claimin
wild little [bad word] and it ain't no tamin
And just when you think everything is calm
that [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
straight killer, a fool, a lil [bad word] gee.....

God [bad word]  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 [bad word] crook
You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took
Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y
Westside hustler [bad word] tory
In the jail and it ain't no thang
Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uhh)
An 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 [bad word] nuttier than a Snicker
You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me
fool, a killer, a lil [bad word] gee......

[Interlude: (two sampled guys talking)]

See, I knew it wouldn't be long
They got your [bad word] 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 [bad word] Rather standin' in line to bust the [bad word] of a young buck
Got stuck, now you're bleedin
Hospital ward, is got your reading
Learn about the knowledge of self deceit
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 [bad word] gee.....

fool, a lil [bad word] gee
Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies
who probably gon' see more, ahh, [bad word] than pussyholes
when they get you in that system