I've changed... You motherfuckers kill me I've changed...
It ain't that i've changed But it's strange how you motherfuckers rearrange When I found fame Point ya finger at tha bad guy
You know what my momma used to tell me If ya can't find something to live for.. .. then you BEST, find something ta die for
(Richard Pryor: "If there's hell below, we're all gonna go!") (*repeat the above throughout*)
La'tasha Hardings, remember that name... Cause a bottle of juice... ain't something to die for
Young Quaid, remember that name... Cause all you motherfuckers That go to your grave with that name on your brain Cause jealousy and recklessness is NOT, something to die for
All you niggas out there (*echoed laughter*) Got a crack that crumbles When I say all you niggas (all you niggas) Unite One nigga, teach two niggas Four niggas teach more niggas All the poor niggas The pen niggas The rich niggas The strong niggas UNITE
There's more of us than there is of them Look around... Check your strip