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Ghetto Vet Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 1 (war) - Ice Cube

Life 

Niggaz used to come and get me 

When it was time to disagree with an enemy 

Pass the Hennessey it gives me energy 

Packed the gat in the small of my back 

Where these niggaz at I clear the whole pack 

Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet 

Smokin' on a wet cigarette 

(Who these niggaz think they are?) 

(Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,) 

I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs 

'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs 

Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis 

Shootin' at your neighbors 

('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut, don't give a fuck when I open ya up) 

Hot rocks fly from the back seat 

And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet 

And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little 

(What?) 

Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum 

And when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit 

 

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Fool, I'm a vet you can bet 

 

That I could dance underwater and not get wet 

(Check it) 

 

It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there 

(Foe life) 

 

I'm still there 

My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass 

Up early in the morning takin' out the trash 

Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser 

Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser 

One on the pedals the other on the handle bars 

(What?) 

Tryin' be ghetto stars they said 

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

I said, "Hell yea and who wanna know? 

(Me) 

In slow mo fo', fo' 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 Dr. 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 

 

Photos 

 

"Don't try to, now this ain't the end, my friend" 

 

("What?") 

"But you'll probably never walk again" 

 

I sit there motionless holdin' 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 

 

I be pissin' through a tube 

Fool, I'm a vet 

Fool, I'm a vet you can bet 

That I could dance underwater and not get wet 

(Check it) 

It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there 

Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair 

Fuck a V A they need G A 

Gang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal 

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 'cuz my tongue get tired 

Now everybody wanna put they dope on me 

 

Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D. 

 

I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five 

Dependin' on that to keep my ass alive 

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

With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks 

 

Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill 

 

(C'mon man) 

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

Just to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose 

And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom 

 

Feelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold 

Nigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger 

There's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet 

Fool, I'm a vet 

Fool, I'm a vet you can bet 

That I could dance underwater and not get wet 

(Check it) 

It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there 

Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair 

Fool, I'm a vet you can bet 

That I could dance underwater and not get wet 

(Check it) 

It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there 

Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair 

Life 

Yea 

Life 

Yea 

Life, life 

Dedicated to all the ghetto vets 

For every nigga that done took one for the hood 

End 

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