The hustlers on the corner were my role models.
You're either slangin' crack rock, or you got a wicked jumpshot.
We be tight like frogs ass.
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.
I heard about crack on the news and I was like, "Oh, that's what the niggas must be doing." And when I kept coming outside, I was doing my own little jostlin' to get my money.
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!