Real Gangsta

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, this one called, uh, "Real Gangsta," huh

She don't know why
But all she knows is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now, you see

He was a good kid all through elementary
A's and B's, and had no enemies
But he saw all the G's as he walked home
He couldn't read all the words on the walls though
So many letters was crossed out with X's
He wondered, he knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked tooth and nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn't know she bought the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all summer

Even though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they hated
Now he's in Middle School, same individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young Mexican
Verse one done, take me to the second one

She don't know why
But all she knows is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now, you see
She don't know why
But all she knows is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now, you see

Sixth grade, "Why so much homework?"
Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt
Momma still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it 'cause that's all he got left
Then he plays with his little puppy, Cinnamon
His last dog was a victim of a hit-and-run
There's a knock on his door, it's his homeboy
"Your mom's gone?" He pulls out a chrome toy

"Where'd you get that from?" The kid asked
We broke into a house, we got a bunch of - stashed
It was the first time he ever held a real gun
To get one of these, you gotta steal one
We too young, they won't let us buy, you get?
Now if they shoot at us, we can fire back
Who is they, and why would they blast at me?
'Cause you from the hood, fool, this is family

She don't know why
But all she knows is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now, you see
She don't know why
But all she knows is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now, you see

A year passes, now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket, got a knife and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a burban
Putting work in, 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin
Closed casket touched as you strolled past it
Got his name tattooed on two h- -ses

So he'll still be remembered often while
His little - gettin' hit, doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his mom's on the ground
On her knees yelling, "Please, Lord, not my child
I wanna watch him smile, he can turn his Pac up loud
He can sleep with his pit bull on the couch"
And while the kid is listening to her words
All he can think about is - murders

She don't know why
But all she knows is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now, you see
She don't know why
But all she knows is that her youngest child
Is a real gangster now, you see

Yo, man, this is Juan Gotti
And I wanna tell my people to keep your dreams alive, man
Don't let the wrong lifestyle destroy your dreams
Believe in yourself and don't follow the blind
You deserve the best in life, homito, and you can have it
It's our time now