[Low G]
  Ghetto Soldier, I'm 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, ain't 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 I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far
  
  [Chorus: repeat 8X]
  Don't disrespect my mind - don't disrespect my clika
  
  [Baby Bash]
  A maggots gon' be a maggot, faggot's gon' be a faggot
  But if they want some static, I got an automatic
  This automatic, if I grab it
  Sometimes it's 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, that's why I don't fuck with you
  Cock strong, pretty boy but don't 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'
  
  [Chorus]