(*laughter echoes*)
I've 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 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 Hardings, remember that name...
Cause a bottle of juice... ain't 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 niggas out there (*echoed laughter*)
Got a crack that crumbles
When I say all you niggas (all you niggas)
Unite
One nigga, teach two niggas
Four niggas teach more niggas
All the poor niggas
The pen niggas
The rich niggas
The strong niggas
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?