Letras
(Chorus:)
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a Real Gangsta now
You see
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
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a Real Gangsta now
You see
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
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a Real Gangsta now
You see
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
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a Real Gangsta now
You see
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