Ghetto!
(laughter echoes)
I' changed?...
You motherfuckers kill me....
I've changed

It ain't that I've changed
But it's strange how you motherfuckers rearrange
When I found fame
Point ya finger at the bad guy!

You know what my momma used to tell me
If ya can't find something to live for...
...then you BEST, find something to die for

(Curtis Mayfield: "If there's hell below, we're all gonna go!")
(*repeat the above throughout*)

Deep deep

La'tasha Harlins, remember that name...
'Cause a bottle of juice... it's not something to die for

Young Quaid, remember that name...
'Cause all you motherfuckers
That go to your grave with that name on your brain
'Cause jealousy and recklessness is NOT, something to die for
All you n***as out there (echoed laughter)
Look how the cracker crumbles
When I say 'all you n***as' (All you n***as)

Unite
One n***a, teach two n***as
Four n***as teach more n***as
All the poor n***as
The pen' n***as
The rich n***as
The strong n***as
UNITE

There's more of us than there is of them
Look around...
Check your strip

Deep deep
That's something to die for

Black
That's something to live for

What do I know?