When I was a young boy,
Growin up in the ghetto,
Hangin out on corners,
Singing with the fellas,
Lookin for the cute chicks,
Tryna find the big fun,
I was lookin for some trouble,
Or anyone who could give me some,
Did you think that I was man enough?
Did you think that I was smart enough?
Did you think that I was strong enough?
Did you think maybe I want to get out?
Of that ghetto life,
Of that ghetto life,
Of that ghetto life,
Of that ghetto life,
Of that ghetto life.