And Even Though I Act Crazy I

No Longer Living In Fear, My Pistol Close In Hand, Convinced This Is My Year.

Suge Is The Boss Of Death Row, The Don, You Understand? But Im The Underboss, The Capo. That's My Job To What's Best For Death Row

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

And I... Started Off Dumb, Raised By The Hoodrats, Listen To The Radio Wishin That I Could Rap.

First Ship Them Dope, Let Them Deal To Brothers, Give Them Guns, Step Back And Watch Them Kill Each Other.