I try to find my way in the world you know, I try to be somebody instead of just, make money off of everybody.

Don't leave this world without giving it your all.

I just don't know how to deal with so many people giving me that much affection. I never had that in my life.

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

We are weak, please let us in. We're week, please let us in." After about a week tha song is gonna change to, "We're hungry, we need some food." After two, three weeks it's like "Give me some of tha food! I'm breakin down tha door." After a year it's like, "I'm pickin' the lock, comin' through the door blastin." It's like, "I'm hungry.

Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket, Have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it Let the hoes that I used to know, from way before Kiss me from my head to my toe, Gimme a paper and pen so I can write about my life of sin, Couple bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.