| Opening Lyric | Song | Year |
| Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it goin on | |
| The sun reflects off of the waves at sea, rain supports roots that implants the tree | |
| Yo, I love the way I am, and can't nobody out here change me | |
| I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side | |
| I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi till I'm chargin | |
| I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous | |
| I ain't got no mother****ing friends, that's why I ****ed your bitch you fat mother****er | |
| Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us | |
| And so it was written and after all these things, I saw another angel come down from heaven | |
| Things just ain't the same for gangstas | |