All good niggers, all the niggers who change the world, die in violence. They don't die in regular ways.

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

There's nobody in the business strong enough to scare me.

And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die.

You never know what's going on in somebody's mind. There's a lot of pressure on someone growing up. You have to watch it.

They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.

My aim is to spread more smiles than tears.