There’s no way that Michael Jackson or whoever Jackson should have a million thousand droople billion dollars and then there’s people starving. There’s no way! There’s no way that these people should own planes and there people don’t have houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I know you’re rich. I know you got 40 billion dollars, but can you just keep it to one house? You only need ONE house. And if you only got two kids, can you just keep it to two rooms? I mean why have 52 rooms and you know there’s somebody with no room?! It just don’t make sense to me. It don’t.

We live like caged beasts waiting for the day to let the rage free.

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.

It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.

And I... started off dumb, raised by the hoodrats, listen to the radio wishin that i could rap.

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

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.