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.

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

How could you do me like that I took ya family in put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again

I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?

Whatever you see you gotta keep a sense of humor; you gotta be able to smile through all the bullshit.

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.

I'd be in my hotel room, smoking too much, drinking, going to clubs, just being numb. That was being in jail to me. I wasn't happy at all on the streets. That was the addict speaking.