"I don't know WHAT'S WRONG with these children today."
	"Nothin that a good ass-kickin wouldn't help!"

[Verse One]
Lord have mercy, the devil he cursed me
I heard you had the cup of life, and I'm thirsty
My niggaz keep fightin for a street, the white man own
So many died, before they got full grown
Plus I got an ingrown toenail
I sit back in the window, and watch all the hoes sell
a lot of ass for a blast (that's right)
Plus my litlte sister is gettin fast
Usin mo' niggaz for financial aid (what?)
They pickin her up from the 10th grade
I
Hercules lyrics


I can't stop...it always gets the best of meI can't stop...been holdin' out so longI can't stop...whenever you get close to meI can't stop...I'm really not that strongI don't wanna grow apartI don't wanna drift awayI don't wanna come apartWe can sure
n a Jeep they try to creep
Takin her ass to Lover's Leap
I admit I'm a sinner (yeah?)
Did what I had to do, just to get dinner
But I was told you was the first G (no shit)
L.A. is a war zone Lord, so could you have mercy

	"You know who the FUCK Jesus is.."

[Verse Two]
I admit, I don't call too often (I know)
I wonder why I don't live in a coffin
Cause I know, a lot of my homeboys pray
but when it was time, they still got sprayed
The grass is greener, in my neighbor's yard
He's white, so his house is barred up
by the windows and the doors
But my moms gotta clean his FU
1 2 3 lyrics

from the bowery to the brimstone
i tried to find your heart
with drugs of initiation
the bottom of a barrel that drops
i understand your causes
sympathize the motivation
but all the details of this war
are just self-infatuation
and it's 1 2 3
nothings for 
KIN floors
They won't let us in (that's right)
even if we learn to act just like them (word?)
But if you don't learn you flunk
On a road to sleep, forever on a jail bunk (all day)
But I ain't no punk, and I won't get punked
by the system, so I gotta diss 'em
I was told you was the first G
Somethin ain't right Lord, so could you have mercy

	"You know who the FUCK Jesus is.."

[Verse Three]
I'm dead, so bury me alive (six feet)
under all this bullshit and jive
Cause I know when you made South Central
shitty - it wasn't done intentional
Cause I looked back before the crac
Better Than Life lyrics


Better than the riches of this world   
Better than the sound of my friends voices   
Better than the biggest dreams in my heart   
and that's just the start   
Better than getting what I say I need   
Better than living the life that I wan't to   
Better
k
before the macks, in motherfuckin Cadillacs
It was the same old thing
But nowadays, niggaz mo' brainwashed
And I can tell everytime I see
L.A. Compton to Long Beach gangs talk
I wish when my pops got the erection
he woulda used protection
And I wouldn't be a squirrel tryin to get a nut
And I want the nut, just to get some butt
It's like the battle of the sexes
My head spins around like I needed a exorcist
But if you blew up the world today it wouldn't matter
(Nope) just send down a ladder
to the people who had it the worst G
I'm askin you Lord, please have mercy