“Always watch your back – when I was fourteen I got a tattoo of an eye on the back of my neck, so I could say I was always watchin’ my back.”

I try to take a couple of young guys under my wing and tell them what I’ve learned, because you can’t teach nobody if you don’t know anything.

I’m so high, it’s so lonely up here.

As nervous as I am to pick up a water bottle, that’s how nervous I am to perform. My confidence is very high. I really enjoy going up, I feel like it’s my birthday everyday that I have to go up there.

Don’t never drop your head. Don’t never feel like you counted out.

I learned that everybody is not your friend. You have to watch who you associate with and surround yourself with positive things and people who want to do something positive.

I feel like if I show people how good I’m doing with myself, then it’ll bring people to want me to manage them as well.

I’m not a fan of anybody music who I feel like a sucka. I don’t listen to you. They play you in the club, you can have the #1 jam, but if I know your character, how can I listen to your music?

I ball all through the winter and I stunt all through the summer.

Most of my subject matter was all kind of, like, party stuff, jewelry and cars. It was really just, you know, shallow.

Me personally, I come from very, very humble beginnings – little, small town in Alabama, you know, staying at my granddaddy house. We really didn’t have nothing.

I will keep on hurdling and keep on hustling.

That fame monster’s a fool, man. It really is.

I go to the club just like a normal person. I might go to the studio, but I go everywhere like a normal person would.

I don’t give a damn how you feel about me, I sip lean pure codeine and I don’t give a damn what you say about me.

I did some things to some people that was downright evil. Is it karma coming back to me – so much drama.

I might be ugly, but my cars are real pretty.

The best compliment was Ben Kingsley coming up to me, putting his hand on the back of my neck, and saying, “Good job, son.”.

My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it’s dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can’t live without it.

Would that the Roman people had but one neck!

The way I play, I go through a set in a year. So I put ’58 Gibson Jumbo Bass frets on all my necks.

You have to grab life by the throat and squeeze before it grabs you by your neck and breaks it. Own your destiny.

I’d be in the backyard minding my own business. The other kids would call me names, like meatball head or neo-Calvinist. I’d run after them, but lucky for them the chain would snap my neck back.

While other kids were out playing and doing healthy things, I read an ancient judo book with a neck hold that was fatal to so many people they finally dropped it from judo.

I designed my whole image. That was all me. I just bought some regular clothes, threw a medallion around my neck, and that was it. The next thing I know, that’s the look.