Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's, next, In this world full of countless threats.

My music is not for everyone. It's only for the stong-willed, the [street] soldiers music. It's not like party music- I mean, you could gig to it, but it's spiritual. My musi is spiritual. It's like Negro spiituals, except for the fact that I'm not saying 'We shall Overcome.' I'm saying that we are overcome.

While I'm dreaming, Wake up screaming, Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.

We live like caged beasts waiting for the day to let the rage free.

The realest people don’t have a lot of friends.

Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up, Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side. Cause you and I know it's tha best side.

Thug Life hit me like the Holy ghost.