No one knows my Struggle, they only see the Trouble. Not knowing it's hard to carry on when, No one loves you.

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.

I am not a perfectionist, but still I seek perfection. I am not a great romantic, but yet I yearn 4 affection

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

I know death follows me, but I murder him first.

My music will mean something. I'll have my own production company. I'm doing my own movies. I have my own restaurant. I just wanna expand.

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 people who steal and hurt others. I'm just a brother who fights back. I'm not some violent closet psycho. I've got a job. I'm an artist.