Don't Live To Fight, Fight To Live.

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

Don't Live To Fight, Fight To Live.

You Reached Your Level, You Don't Want Any More. We Asked Ten Years Ago, We Were Askin' With The Panthers, We Were Askin' In The Civil Rights Movement. Now Those Who Were Askin' Are All Dead Or In Jail, Wo What Are We Gonna Do? And We Shouldn't Be Angry!?

The Reason Why I Could Get Into Acting Was Because It Takes Nothing To Get Out Of Who I Am And Go Into Somebody Else.

Can't Nobody Touch Me Right Now. Maybe Next Month All Of This Will Be Over. But This Month I'm Takin' Every Movin' Target Out.