When I talk about money. All you see is the struggle. When I tell ya, I'm livin' large, you tell me, its trouble.

When I die and they come for me bury me a g.

My mother taught me three things, respect, knowledge-search for knowledge, it's an eternal journey. That's like my hair-cut, the line, 360 degrees, find knowledge always. And she taught me to not be quiet, if there's something on my mind speak it. But also to listen.

After a long day of trying, to make my songs pay, making love all day against the wall in the hallway.

All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.

How many niggas want to be involved, see I was only talking Biggie, but I'll kill all of y'all.

Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?