Lil Ass Gee

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