Real Gangsta

歌詞

[Chorus:] She don't know why But all she knows Is that her youngest child Is a Real Gangsta now You see... [Verse 1:] He was a good kid all through elementary A's & B's & 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 but knew not to ask those questions No pops & his Mom worked to the nail She managed to buy him some shoes on sale She didn't know, she bought the wrong color & they stayed in the closet all summer Even though the kid wasn't affiliated He knew what they loved & 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 1 done take me to the 2nd one. [Chorus:] She don't know why But all she knows Is that her youngest child Is a Real Gangsta now You see... [x2] [Verse 2:] 7th grade. Why so much homework? Got a pot pie sittin' in the stove burnt Mama 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 'n' run There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy. Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy. "Where did you get that from?" The kid asked We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit 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 a gat Now if they shoot at us we can fire back. Who is they & why would they blast at me? 'Cause you from the hood fool, this is family. [Chorus:] She don't know why But all she knows Is that her youngest child Is a Real Gangsta now You see... [x2] [Verse 3:] A year passes now the kids dicky's sag In his pocket got a knife & a nickel bag & the homeboy that showed him his first gun Got killed last week in a burban Puttin' work in 45 jerkin' Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin Closed casket touched as he strolled past it Got his name tattooed on 2 hoes asses So he'll still be remembered often while His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style It ain't stoppin' now while his Moms' on the ground On her knees yellin' "Please Lord not my child I want to watch him smile He can turn his 2Pac up loud He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch" & while the kid is listenin' to her words All he can think about is bloody bloody murders. [Chorus:] She don't know why But all she knows Is that her youngest child Is a Real Gangsta now You see... [x2] [Juan Gotti:] Yo, man, this is Juan Gotti & I want to tell my people to keep your dreams alive, man. Don't let the wrong lifestyle destroy your dreams. Believe in yourself. & Don't follow the blind. You deserve the best in life, homito. You can have it. It's our time now, man.