[Incomprehensible]. . I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug. Fiendin' for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was. Picture a nigga on the verge of livin' insane.
Hit 'em with a little Ghetto Gospel. . Those who wish to follow me. (My Ghetto Gospel). I welcome with my hands. And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold.
[Chorus]. "I grew up a fuckin' screw-up. Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin' blew up.". "I grew up a fuckin' screw-up. Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin' blew up.".
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief. Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece. My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West Coast's dopest rappers.