STEVE-O, BIGGY AND PAC WHEN IM IN HELL. AND YOUR MOMZ<--- AND PEOPLE HOW DONT LISTEN TO THE RADIO<--- ...Poppa need brand new shoes but what the fuck can a nigga do My little boy got to eat too So why must I sock a fella Just to live large like Rockafella? And did you ever stop to think I'm old enough to go to war But I ain't old enough to drink Cops want to hit me with the book And you're hooked on my eye don't give a fuck look Make your rules I'm a break 'em No matter how much you make 'em You show me bacon I'm a take 'em So don't you ever tempt me I'm a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty to my brothers In the barrio You livin' worse than the niggas In the ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion You got love from the niggas in my section Got love, you got problems with the punk police Don't run from the chumps get the pump from me We ain't free I'll be damned if I played a trick For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian bitch (Bitch!) Down with my homeboy Rich Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch And the nigga with a cellular phone Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone (That ain't right) And you wonder why we blazin' niggas Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas (What's up kid) And they bound to be fuckups too Drinkin' forties of brew singin' nigga blues...