Set Me Up, Wet Me Up, Niggas

They Say Pu$$y And Paper Is Poetry Power And Pistols.

Though Things Change, The Future's Still Inside Of Me.

Biggie Came At A Time Just Like Hitler Did With The Germans.

We Are Weak, Please Let Us In. We're Week, Please Let Us In." After About A Week Tha Song Is Gonna Change To, "we're Hungry, We Need Some Food." After Two, Three Weeks It's Like "give Me Some Of Tha Food! I'm Breakin Down Tha Door." After A Year It's Like, "i'm Pickin' The Lock, Comin' Through The Door Blastin." It's Like, "i'm Hungry.

Dont Blame Me, I Was Given This World, I Didn't Make It.