A Woman Bought You Into This World,

Now Ain Nobody Tell Us It Would Be Fair No Love For My Father Cause The Coward Wasn't Their" {tu Pac Shukur}

They Wanna Censor Me, They Ratha See Me In A Cell, Livin' In Hell, With Only A Few Of Us To Live To Tell.

Everybody Raps. We Rap To Make Money. We Do Business. Ain't No Other Record Company Out There That Sold As Many Records As We Did.

Picture Perfect, I Paint A Perfect Picture Bomb The Hoochies Wit' Precision, My Intentions To Get Richer.

And I... Started Off Dumb, Raised By The Hoodrats, Listen To The Radio Wishin That I Could Rap.