Dear mama, yo baby boys doing fine tell the homies I'm in heaven and they aint got hoods.
Hip Hop was supposed to be this new thing that had no boundaries and was so different to everyday music. As long as it has soul to it, hip hop can live on.
They say pu$$y and paper is poetry power and pistols.
I'm down for you, so ride with me. My enemies your enemies, Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me.
God damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies, Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty. We try to cry, but still they all die, I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is: they all high.
Heavenly Father, I'm a soldier I'm gettin, hotter, cuz the world is gettin' colder.
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up... Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up.
I ain't calling me God. I'm just doing my part on where I think hip hop should go. I think hip hop should be about more money, crazier sounds, different beats.