Drop it like it's hot.

I don't want anybody shooting, but I can't stop it.

Black folks don't have a chance, so they are in the hood, dealing drugs, in a shoot-out. They do it again and one more time they are out.

I move with the time. Whatever's happening in time, I'm in.

Now people think it's cool to have a baby, but it ain't cool to take care of it. We have to change that. You make your life for that baby. That's the future.

There's no such thing as losing touch. You can take me out of the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of me.

It's Christmas time and my rhyme's steady bumpin. Everybody happy, hair still nappy, Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy.