The Day You Chose To Leave Me

Only In Cali Where We Riot Not Rally To Live And Die In L.a. We Wearin Chucks Not Ballies (that's Right)

If You Walked By A Street And You Was Walking A Concrete And You Saw A Rose Growing From Concrete, Even If It Had Messed Up Petals And It Was A Little To The Side You Would Marvel At Just Seeing A Rose Grow Through Concrete. So Way Is It That When You See Some Ghetto Kid Grow Out Of The Dirtiest Circumstance And He Can Talk And He Can Sit Across The Room And Make You Cry, Make You Laugh, All You Can Talk About Is My Dirty Rose, My Dirty Stems And How Am Leaning Crooked To The Side, U Can't Even See That I've Come Up From Out Of That.

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.

I Said It In The Beginning. That I Was Gonna Take Them Niggaz Out The Game And Sure Enough I Will. Already People Can't Look At Biggie And Not Laugh.

Before We Find World Peace, We Gotta Find Peace In The War On The Streets.