I Wanna Piss On His Head, I

I'm A Sucker For Love

I Try To Find My Way In The World You Know, I Try To Be Somebody Instead Of Just, Make Money Off Of Everybody.

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

My Music Is Not For Everyone. It's Only For The Stong-willed, The [street] Soldiers Music. It's Not Like Party Music- I Mean, You Could Gig To It, But It's Spiritual. My Musi Is Spiritual. It's Like Negro Spiituals, Except For The Fact That I'm Not Saying 'we Shall Overcome.' I'm Saying That We Are Overcome.

I Heard A Rumor I Died, Murdered In Cold Blood Dramatized, Pictures Of Me In My Final State, You Know Mama Cried, But That Was Fiction, Some Coward Got The Story Twisted, Like I No Longer Existed, Mysteriously Missin', I'm Known Worldwide Baby, I Ain't Hard To Find.