People that you thought were your friends give you shit about working hard. All I know is that we play hard and a lot of this shit is not fun. Playing is great but the way we live is not the life of a rockstar.

We never, ever, do nothin' nice and easy. We always do it nice and rough.

Would you just stay with me?
Stay with you? What for? Look at us! We're already fighting!
Well that's what we do! We fight! You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you're being a pain in the ass! Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings, you have like a two-second rebound rate and you're back doing the next pain in the ass thing.
So, what?
So it's not gonna be easy, it's gonna be really hard. And we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me. Everyday.

We have scored a direct stab in those sons of bitches' hearts! We gotta 'er keep runnin' the knife in though folks, gotta keep runnin' it in there, not worrying if they're doing dodges just raarrrgghh!. You want the fight!? You're getting it! You wanted to overrun us, and poison us, and take our families, and kill us!? You will die, not us! You anti-human crap!

We live in a tough neighborhood and must continue to be a beacon of change and hope in the region for the good of our youth and societies.

"Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
never talkin' to snakes cause the words of man kill true in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins

And when boys are hurt, they hurt us—physically, psychologically, and economically.

We don't stop, we keep it rollin like a ball,
With a bitch this bad how could a nigga take a fall?

It's the hip-hop thing to do among the urban youth who play unsuspecting whites like pianos. The youth simply walk up to a car they like, pull a gun, tell the family to get out, steal their jewelry and wallets, and take the car to wreck. Such actions have ballooned in recent months.

I'm sellin this shit, I ain't tellin this shit, I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon ya bitch From the cold hearted streets of the LBC To a mansion in the south down the street from my nigga P See, real niggas recognize the realness Put ya muthafuckin' choppers up if ya feel this.

I tell ya, I grew up in a tough neighborhood. The other night a guy pulled a knife on me. I could see it wasn't a real professional job. There was butter on it.

Tribe purist to the fullest</br>If'n you ain't feelin' this track, then you're full of it</br>Pull that li'l shit if you wanna, ya dig</br>But you ain't gonna do me like you did those Kidz, and clown me</br>Homage, comma, props</br>Call it what you want, but I'm not gonna stop</br>Record hit the store and I'm not gonna flop</br>And if I do, well then it's fodder for the message boards tomorrow