You're either slangin' crack rock, or you got a wicked jumpshot.

I can't never stop nobody, can't knock nobody hustle.

I'm trying to get other niggas off the streets.

I'm living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.

Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.

The hustlers on the corner were my role models.

I never wish death on nobody, cause there ain't coming back from that.