I can't give up. It's a rap thang. And I ain't goin back to the crack game.

Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul, Though my life was hard with no remorse.

Everybody raps. We rap to make money. We do business. Ain't no other record company out there that sold as many records as we did.

Heaven ain't hard to find; all you gotta do is look.

Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole, You too old to understand tha way tha game is told.

Let the Lord judge the criminals.

This fast life soon shatters, cause after all the lights and screams, nothing but my dreams matter.