I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.

Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.

I find any great man, black or white, I'm going to study him, learn him so he can't be great to me no more.

Unless we share with each other we gotta start makin' changes

No thank you to all the bustas, cowards, and FAKE HOMIES who showed me the depths of jealousy, envy and greed.

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots

All good niggers, all the niggers who change the world, die in violence. They don't die in regular ways.