Let The Lord Judge The Criminals.

Niggaz Need Guns, Too.

My First Words Was Thug For Life And Papa Pass The Mack

My Mother Taught Me Three Things: Respect, Knowledge, Search For Knowledge. It's An Eternal Journey.

I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto?

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.