[Intro]

Ay-yay

Hey Chop (Hey)

These haters tried to blow me up, man

Who is this?

The Don Mega, nigga, who you think

Ey, homie... (What happened?)

My whole life flashed before my eyes, man

[Verse 1]

Life...

Niggas used to come and get me

When it was time to disagree with an enemy

Pass the Hennessy it gives me energy

Packed the gat in the small of my back

Where these niggas at? I'll clear the whole pack

Talking shit cause I'm down for my set

I'm a vet, smoking on a wet cigarette

Who these niggas think they are?

Wishing on a ghetto star, I represent my tar

Now, I start busting and they scatter like water bugs

Cause these Westside niggas is harder thugs

Enslave us but nothing can save us from sporting Ben Davis

Shootin' at your neighbors

Cause sometimes I feel like a nut

Don’t give a fuck when I open you up

Hot rocks, fly from the back seat

And busta-ass niggas, run like a track meet

And if you caught in the middle bleed more than a little (what)

Killer King is the hospital

Feeling numb from the bullets I hum

And when they hit black mothers have fits

I don’t give a shit

[Chorus: Mack 10 + Mr. Short Khop]

Fool I'm a vet you can bet

That I could dance underwater and not get wet (Check it)

It's raining bullets and I'm still there (Life...)

I'm still there

[Verse 2]

My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass

Up early in the morning, taking out the trash

Feeling like a loser, alcohol abuser

Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser

One on the pedals, the other on the handle bars (What?)

Tryna be ghetto stars

They said, "Are you from the Westside is it so?"

I said, "Hell yeah and who want to know?" ("Me!")

In slow mo’, .44 slugs, face down in the mud, puddle full of blood

Left for dead, the pain starts to spread

Now I can’t feel my legs

I meet Doctor Who at King Drew, medical center as I enter, I.C.U

He said, "The bullet hit a nerve that was vital"

I said, "I can’t move my legs!", he said: "Don’t try to..."

"Now this ain’t the end my friend (What?)... but you'll probably never walk again"

I sit there motionless holding this pain inside contemplating suicide

At night I jerk and jerk

But my dick don’t work it don’t even hurt (Damn...)

Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube

A'be pissing through a tube? Fool I'm a vet

[Chorus: Mack 10 + Mr. Short Khop]

Fool, I'm a vet you can bet

I can dance underwater and not get wet (Check it)

It’s raining bullets and I'm still there

Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

[Verse 3]

Fuck a V-A they need G-A

Gang Hospital for a cripple, now I'm drinking Ripple

Same corner, same hood, I'm still there

With bandanas tied to my wheel chair

To all the hood rat hoes I'm fired

They mad cause my tongue get tired

Now, everybody want to put they dope on me

Sayin I won't get searched by the LAPD

I'm sittin' in a doorway, deuce-five

Depending on that to keep my ass alive

I don’t got bows but my arm's about a one-six

With fucking legs looking like tooth picks

Some times I can’t deal...

Got to beg the BG's to roll me up the hill (C'mon!)

Put me on the porch, now I'm on the torch

Smoking cocaine, just to maintain

Nothing to gain nothing to lose

And last night... I couldn’t make it to the bathroom

Feeling like a 2 year-old

You can’t get a sip from the brew I hold (Nigga)

It’s the only friend to a stranger

AKA: handicapped gangbanger

There's a lot in my life I regret

Becoming a ghetto vet

Fool I'm a Vet

[Chorus: Mack 10 + Mr. Short Khop (x2)]

Fool I'm a vet you can bet

That I could dance underwater and not get wet (Check it)

It's raining bullets and I'm still there

Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

[Ending]

Life...

Life...

Life...

Life...

Dedicated to all the ghetto vets

For every nigga that done took one for the hood

[Skit]

My whole life flashed before my eyes, man

It's going down, it's going down!

Na-na-naw fuck that nigga, you still living

[?]

Let's get this paper (Aight)

Let's get this paper, man

Aight, we gon' do that