Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty, been drinking liquor out of Mama's titty.

Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix ,cause the media is full of dirty tricks.

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.

For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean

we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and ask me how

America wants its respect.

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.