Don't Look Back Unless It's A Good

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

Should We Cry When The Pope Dies, My Request We Should Cry If They Cried When We Buried Malcom X

Perhaps I Was Blind To The Facts, Stabbed In The Back I Couldn't Trust My Own Homies Just A Bunch Of Dirty Rats

If You Walked By A Street And You Was Walking A Concrete And You Saw A Rose Growing From Concrete, Even If It Had Messed Up Petals And It Was A Little To The Side You Would Marvel At Just Seeing A Rose Grow Through Concrete. So Way Is It That When You See Some Ghetto Kid Grow Out Of The Dirtiest Circumstance And He Can Talk And He Can Sit Across The Room And Make You Cry, Make You Laugh, All You Can Talk About Is My Dirty Rose, My Dirty Stems And How Am Leaning Crooked To The Side, U Can't Even See That I've Come Up From Out Of That.

Mama Gave Birth To A Hell Raising Heavenly Son. See The Doctor Tried To Smack Me, But I Smacked Him Back.