Now The Baby's In The

Life's A Wheel Of Fortune And It's My Chance To Spin It.

Gettin High, Livin' Everday, Like I'm Gonna Die.

Thug Life Hit Me Like The Holy Ghost.

Misplaced Hate Makes Disgrace The Races.

It's Like If You Plant Something In The Concrete And If It Grow And The Rose Petal Got All Kinds Of Scratches And Marks, You Ain't Gonna Say, 'damn, Look At All The Scratches And Marks On The Rose That Grew From The Concrete.' You're Gonna Be Like, 'damn, A Rose Grew From The Concrete?'