My Mama Always Used To Tell Me:

Thug Life To Me Is Dead.

It's Like If You Plant Something In The Concrete And If It Grow And The Rose Petal Got All Kinds Of Scratches And Marks, You Ain't Gonna Say, 'damn, Look At All The Scratches And Marks On The Rose That Grew From The Concrete.' You're Gonna Be Like, 'damn, A Rose Grew From The Concrete?'

Money Made Me Evil, Court Cases Got Me Stressed Niggaz Aimin At My Head But I Still Wear My Vest.

Somebody Help Me, Tell Me Where To Go From Here Cause Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?

Everything He Wanna Have-i Got.