Knew this girl, from my hood Coming up, she was young For her sake, I won't mention no names But she was ready for trouble Only child, running wild, 17 in the mix To the fiend's and the gangster's Like a fool, she fell in love with a hustler Not afraid, played the game It was sold, never told So she played, anyway, that she could Cause all she knew was the struggle Ain't no doubt, baby girl, was to lost and turnt out But she prayed, anyway, every night, wondering where did the love go And so she can't get out of the game She's crying all the time, and she can't stop But, she don't know what else to do She don't know else to do And when that, little girl, took a ride, with this dude That she thought, was her man But didn't understand, that he didn't love her You could tell, by the look, in his eyes That this guy, he was colder, than ice And drive her in the hood, but never let her go So they stopped, at the light, they were smoking and drinking Never noticing, creeping up slow, was a blue El Dorado Within a blink, of an eye, threw the passenger side, of his ride Shots fired, and she cried, all you could see, was the blood flow She's in trouble And so she can't get out of the game She's crying all the time, and she can't stop But, she don't know what else to do She don't know else to do Same hood same mind frame, am I to blame Shorty caught up in the struggle, addicted to my hustle It's fair game, I ain't have to strain The thought of her strapping those things to her frame man She did it from the muscle I explain after the rain, the sun'll shine again After difficulty coming, you gotta feel the pain Devil's advocate, leading her to the flame She no different than all the Lauren's, and Tiffany Lang's Like a moth, she was drawn to the light of chain Stood tall in the storm, late nights in the rain Not knowing the flip side of the game, those boys drawn to same Plus the law, put shit in the game And once addicted to the game, its hard to maintain Like a smoker, when he first take a pull of the Caine Plus the game, bring the name, and the change, and the fame Once again, man I ask, who am I to blame And so she can't get out of the game She's crying all the time, and she can't stop But, she don't know what else to do She don't know else to do