Iil a** Gee

This type of shit, it happens ev-ery-day
This type of shit, it happens everyday

Look at that lil' ass Westside loc'ed out
Insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin' 'caine
Used to have to ask 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?)
He'll roll that - (wassup?), and hold that - (wassup?)
Now you know what - set he's claimin'
A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin'

And just when you think everything is calm
That motherf- is the first to bomb
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 - sucked by the clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool, oh please
Little locs are harder than the OGz (that's right)

You fall to the ground and then bleed
Just got served by little niggas on the ten-speed
12 years old, got bumps and can't pee
A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee

A lil' ass gee, a lil' ass gee
Hey man, you little niggas need to get up out the spot, man
What, what nigga you think I'm a lil' punk or somethin'?
What you trippin' for, man?

God-damn, it's a trip
Used to have the G.I. Joe with the kung-fu grip
Now he's straight Crip or Blood
Now ya sag, you used to flood
Now ya known as the Baby Droopy
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 motherf- crook
You want respect 'cause you didn't getcha manhood took
Drinkin' that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y
Westside hustler, - Atari (that's right)
In the jail and it ain't no thang
Can't wait 'til you get 22's on the hang (wassup?)
A underage boy that's smokin' Thai
And that's your idea of junior high

All you want for Christmas is guns and triggers
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

A lil' ass gee, a lil' ass gee
Crazy mother- mother from around the way

We have people that have been conditioned
Not to expect to live beyond the age of 30
They no longer care
Once they no longer care, they're extremely dangerous

I'm not afraid of being shot
'Cause that's the environment I grew up in

See, I knew it wouldn't be long (tell 'em)
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 you're 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 f-
Rather stand in line to bust the ass of a young buck
Got stuck, now you're bleedin'
Hospital ward has got you reading

Learn about the knowledge of self, ya see
Got ya mad enough to go and stick the deputy
See, it ain't about being hard
But that's whatcha tell the little homies in the yard

Ya already done did ten
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 lil' ass gee, a lil' ass gee
Crazy motherf- from around the way
A fool, a lil' ass gee

Yo, this go out to the little hard head homies
Who probably gon' see more, ahh, assholes
Than p-holes when they get you in that system
Ain't trippin'

C'mon, buddy (yeah, it's totally safe)
We tryna ask you what you wanted before
Is it battery of a deadly weapon?
Ah, confirm the deadly weapon
We're searching for a deadly weapon
I think there's a couple more



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Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Anthony D. Wheaton
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