I fell in love with words and I think that made my mom smile. I think that was cool for her.

I want you to know who I am: what the streets taste like, feel like, smell like. What the cops talk like, walk like, think like. What crackheads do - I wanted you to smell it, feel it. It was important to me that I told the story that way because I thought that it wouldn't be told if I didn't tell it.

If the virgin Mary had an abortion, I'd still be carried in a chariot of stampeding horses.

It's foul what this money could do, cash corrupts the loyal.

There's always going to be space for battle in hip hop. For competition. It's just an inseparable part of the game.

How can you lose when you're doing you?

Realize, how many classics I gave you/Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you