Heaven Ain't Hard To Find; All You

I Ain't Calling Me God. I'm Just Doing My Part On Where I Think Hip Hop Should Go. I Think Hip Hop Should Be About More Money, Crazier Sounds, Different Beats.

They Wanna Censor Me, They Ratha See Me In A Cell, Livin' In Hell, With Only A Few Of Us To Live To Tell.

Everybody Raps. We Rap To Make Money. We Do Business. Ain't No Other Record Company Out There That Sold As Many Records As We Did.

You Know It's Funny, When It Rains It Pours They Got Money For Wars, But Can't Feed The Poor.

I Put The Pistol By My Head, And Say A Prayer. I See Visions Of Me Dead, Lord Are You There?