I know how hard it is to be a woman, especially a black woman.

You have to compete in life because if you don't have no competition - no competition, no spirit, you know, you'll fall under the slightest struggle.

A man that is a friend to everyone is an enemy to himself.

I intend to fight and I want to win. But my priorities are basically to be a good Brother and a strong one, and to try to be a good father one day.

You come home, and you party. But after that, you get a hangover. Everything about that is negative.

One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like an infantile retard.

I just want to conquer people and their souls.