Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy.

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.

Can you picture my prophecy?

Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

America wants its respect.

Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul, Though my life was hard with no remorse.

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.