You Either Ride With Us, Or Collide

My Mother Was A Woman. A Black Woman. A Single Mother. Raising Two Kids On Her Own. So She Was Dark Skinned. Had Short Hair. Got No Love From Nobody Except For A Group Called The Black Panthers. So That's Why She Was A Black Panther.

Nothing But Pain, Stuck In This Game, Searching For Fortune And Fame.

How Many Caskets Can We Witness Before We See It's Hard To Live This Life Without God, So We Must Ask Forgiveness.

The Evil The U Are The Brighter U Will Get

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.