The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.

Let me say for the record, I am not a gangster and never have been. I`m not the thief who grabs your purse. I`m not the guy who jacks your car. I`m not down with the people who steal and hurt others. I`m just a brother who fight back.

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision, my intentions to get richer.

I was raised in this society so you can't expect me to be a perferct person cause Ima do what Ima do.

Strugglin' and striving, that's how the dough come.

Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.

Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel.