My mom is from Jamaica and she was going to school in the morning, and in the evening she was working, and at night she would go to night school and then come in and go to sleep. So she would never watch the news and stuff like that and she didn't know what crack was. She didn't know nothing about it, but when I told her I was selling crack, she threatened to kick me out of the house. And then I just started paying for stuff - paying her bills and giving her money, so she'd just tell me to be careful because there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Never let them know your next move.

Going shopping all the time. Just making money, and competing with the niggas in other neighborhoods. And the whole competition with the girls - who had the prettiest girlfriend - and going partying. It was just on. It was fun!

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

The lesson from the smith and wesson is depressin'.

Blowin' up is nothing to me.

I'm making music for the people. If y'all love the music, y'all gonna buy the music.