Ghetto Soldier, Im representin from that Houston

Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt

Kick in doors, sellin dope, only my God knows

I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive

I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz

Hell is soft, I kept it real from the fuckin start

I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty

I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried

Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home

It aint much, but its something I can call my own

I go to war at any times, at any place

Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face

I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry

What the fuck you on my block, if you aint cool with me

You crossed the line, aint no time to press rewind

I caught you slippin cause I heard that you dropped a dime

On my perro, now he doin twenty-five to life

Low G, now I got to earn another stripe

Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin car

Ghetto clothes, but Im feeling like Im ghetto far



Dont disrespect my mind - dont disrespect my clika

A maggots gon be a maggot, faggots gon be a faggot

But if they want some static, I got an automatic

This automatic, if I grab it

Sometimes its tragic, causin havoc

Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket

Looked at the wounded and all the graphic

The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic

Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget

And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit

I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it

You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited

My trigga finger get itchy, like I was +Lionel Richie+

A +Commodore+, when I go to war

so get down so I can touch you quickly

No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot

You fuckin punk, thats why I dont fuck with you

Cock strong, pretty boy but dont get it twisted

A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it

Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions

So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin