Lifestyles of a ghetto child   Lifestyles of a ghetto   Lifestyles of a ghetto child   Lifestyles of a ghetto   Lifestyles of a ghetto child   Lifestyles of a ghetto   Lifestyles of a ghetto child      Watch your back, yo, kid, it's on, it's time on time   Take ten of theirs 'cuz they took one of mine   Them niggas sound sweet, ain't nothing   I think they packin' heat, ain't nothing we cuttin'      Nigga, get up, pick your motherfucking head up   Somebody gon' get whet up, does this look like a set up?   See that bitch over there? Yeah, she tryin' to get attention   Watch them niggas to your left, oh, see you mention and they flinchin'      Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed   Why the Hill Street Blues make me refuse to leave my man?   Nigga, leave when I jump up and squeeze, nigga, breeze   Down upstairs, get Pacino and bees and more toast      They gettin' close, nigga, Larry   These niggas should be buried   The situation's a tough decision   I'm going to get some more ammunition   So we can continue this mission      Lifestyles of a ghetto child   Lifestyles of a ghetto   Lifestyles of a ghetto child   Lifestyles of a ghetto   Lifestyles of a ghetto child   Lifestyles of a ghetto   Lifestyles of a ghetto child      Bring it to 'em, kid, catch them niggas before they slide   True dat, you get the front, I creep from the side   Take 'em down, soon as you hit the dough let your shit go   I figured that them young punks was scheming from the get go      Kill that noise, watch your back   Nigga, get back, Bill, where you at?   Over here kid, I spot him   Come on, but I'm comin' your way, kid      I got him, watch yourself, blowin' them herbs   What now? Let them slugs calm your nerves   Let's motivate, wait, Pacino still chasin'   We bringin' this home, leave him alone, kid, he lacin' 'em      That's how it is when it's time to roll   M.O.P. home never fold   They try to set us up, dumpin' you a sin   I'ma, chill, nigga, you know we gon' see them chumps again      Lifestyles of a ghetto child   Lifestyles of a ghetto   Lifestyles of a ghetto child   Lifestyles of a ghetto   Lifestyles of a ghetto child   Lifestyles of a ghetto   Lifestyles of a ghetto child      Five O, go, yo, stash the hammer   Where your's? I just left my shit right there under the bammer   Make moves, kid, it ain't no time for debatin'   Why go straight when you know the man gon' be waitin'?      Dip in the building, what if the door's locked?   Damn, we can't stop, the cops's surrounding the block   And them chumps are comin' fast   Nigga, dig up in the building, hit the hazard and bear last      Nigga, they right behind us, I ain't tryin' to get caught by the law   Oh, shit, they comin' in the building, open up the door   Hurry up, I ain't sittin' in no pen, nigga   Five O comin' it's us, let us in, nigga      Lock the door, cut them lights off, stash the crack   Crack the safe and see where them chumps is at   They all over the place and we facin' hard times at trial   Lifestyles of a ghetto child      Alright, now you two, come out with our hands up   I give you ten seconds, come out with our hands up   We got the place surrounded, don't run   [Incomprehensible] team respond, I need some back up down here   Send me some back up, I need some back up, damn it   Fuck 'em, yeah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em