Ghetto
(laughter echoes)
I've changed...
You motherf**ers k**....
Our chances
It ain't that i've changed
But it's strange how you motherf**ers rearrange
When I found fame
Point ya finger at tha 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 ta die for
(Richard Pryor: "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... ain't something to die for
Young Quaid, remember that name...
Cause all you motherf**ers
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?