If you believe in God, believe in Death Row East.
Yo get a real job. Rappin doesn't pay the rent, I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went.
You either ride with us, or collide with us.
Everything he wanna have-I got.
It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.
And did you ever stop to think that im old enough to go to war but i aint old enough to drink.