I don't bang for the color or the land. I bang for the principles and for the honor. I'm bangin' for the Westside- this is in my heart, this is how I feel.

Only God Can Judge Me That which does not kill me can only make me stronger. I don't see why everybody feel as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life

Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.

Keep your head up, Legs closed, Eyes open.

Thug Life to me is dead.

Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place

Everybody raps. We rap to make money. We do business. Ain't no other record company out there that sold as many records as we did.