I Put The Pistol By My Head,

I Don't Bang For The Color Or The Land. I Bang For The Principles And For The Honor. I'm Bangin' For The Westside- This Is In My Heart, This Is How I Feel.

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.

I Got Love For My Brother But We Can Never Go Nowhere Unless We Share With Each Other.

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.

The Trick Is To Never Lose Hope!