The Eyes Of Mortal Men, Threaten You

Misplaced Hate Makes Disgrace The Races.

Thug Life Hit Me Like The Holy Ghost.

That's What I Am, America's Nightmare. I Am What You Made Me, The Hate And Evil That You Gave Me.

My Music Is Not For Everyone. It's Only For The Stong-willed, The [street] Soldiers Music. It's Not Like Party Music- I Mean, You Could Gig To It, But It's Spiritual. My Musi Is Spiritual. It's Like Negro Spiituals, Except For The Fact That I'm Not Saying 'we Shall Overcome.' I'm Saying That We Are Overcome.

I Didn't Choose The Thug Life, The Thug Life Chose Me.