Growing up, I didn't dream of being nothing, of living in the ghetto my whole life. I wanted to get out.

I'm not complicated at all. I say raps that your two-year-old son can learn.

People who don't know me are so negative about me. When they finally meet me, they change that negative into a positive.

Nobody cared about the riot until they thought it might spill into their nice neighborhoods. Then they got scared and called the National Guard.

Cut throats, gun smoke, dope, and hoes, is what controls niggas souls.

It's natural. I freestyle, meaning that I just rap. I might put words on paper, but I just put a beat on my rap, and go off the top of my head. It's something I've been able to do for a long time.

My mama couldn't give me what I wanted. I had all right clothes, but the people I was with had better clothes. I felt that I had to have better clothes.