I remember rats crawlin on the floor/nobody cared about us, we was hopeless, we was poor/when you step outside ya house you better be ready for war/cause the choppa burn bright and the only way to survive is to fight/now im out and trying to make a change/ but these rich folks dont care they want it to stay the same/ and if you try to change theyll murder you and take you out the game./ but its all good im ready to die/ and "Before i fry i hit the weed so ill be forever high!'../ haha hopefully ill see pac/and fuck all yall fakes/im praying yall get popped/cause im just tryna stop the bullshit/ and if you keep playing with the choppa you gonna get hit