We can't change the world until we change ourselves.

The hustlers on the corner were my role models.

Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.

As soon as she hit the door we start blastin', I saw her brains hit the floor, raw laughin'.

Basically, I wake up at nine o'clock in the morning, go to different record stores, go to the studio, think up different ideas for songs. Just workin'.

Get ready to die, tell God I say hi.

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