Throw it up y’all, throw it up, Throw it up, Let’s show these fools how we do this on that west side. Cause you and I know it’s tha best side.
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I’m deceased. Will be another moment ballin’ as a ‘G’.
Rollin wit a posse full of paranoid drugdealaz!
Since I only got one life to ive, God forgive me for my sins, let me make it and i’ll never steal again, or deal again, my only friend is my misery. Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me.
People die, and people cry. People want me dead.
Stay in the game until the end of time.
I’m responsible for what i did. I’m not responible for what every black male did. Yes! I call myself a THUG, because i grew up in the ghetto. And im still standing.
Life gives to you what you give to it. So give your best.
After a long day of trying, to make my songs pay, making love all day against the wall in the hallway.
You’ve got to find a way to survive because they win when your soul dies.
Don’t cry through your dispair.
Life in the pen ain’t for me ’cos I’d rather die.
Went to church but don’t understand it, they underhanded. God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous.
Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole, You too old to understand tha way tha game is told.
I can’t give up. It’s a rap thang. And I ain’t goin back to the crack game.
How many niggas want to be involved, see I was only talking Biggie, but I’ll kill all of y’all.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em, they stressed out and goin’ under.
Why isn’t it hip-hop when I do it? Everybody else can have beef within the music, talk about differences and it’s ok. It’s music, it’s hip-hop, it’s ground breaking. When I do it, it’s war.
Expose foes wit my hocus pocus flows, they froze now suckas idolize my chosen blows.
Should we cry when the pope dies, my request we should cry if they cried when we buried Malcom X.