Growing up in the streets of Bed-Stuy, it was hard, yo.
I can't never stop nobody, can't knock nobody hustle.
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!
Get ready to die, tell God I say hi.
Never let them know your next move.
As soon as she hit the door we start blastin', I saw her brains hit the floor, raw laughin'.