If I Upset You, Don't Stress. Never

And Now I'm Like A Major Threat, 'cause I Remind You Of The Things You Were Made To Forget.

And Everyday I Read The Paper, There's Another Lie. They Show My Picture For The Crimes Of Another Guy.

It Makes Me Unhappy When Brothers Make Babies And Leave A Young Mother To Be A Pappy.

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.

You Either Ride With Us, Or Collide With Us.