“Battery never dies, the ghetto keeps me wise.”

Never we sleep, a thug doesn’t rest, Cause a wise man said: it was a cousin of death.

Power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate.

I’m mostly concentrating now on continuing to make history in Hip-Hop, making everybody proud of me, I’m not just a rapper now, I’m in history now.

I’m a living abortion.

Snorting cocaine is like feeding pork to the brain.

Strip those clowns down to nudity, shove the chrome where they doo doo be.

Mark you for death, won’t even talk that East or West crap. From Watts to Lefrak, it ain’t where ya from, it’s where’s your gat.

It’s my world, I demand my respect. Give me your girl or get slapped in your neck.

Better to have loved and lost than to live with regret.

Scholars, street knowledge, Carter kids stuck in the projects.

I have to be perfectly honest: You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics.

…in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily

There’s no longevity, living off of negativity.

I blow my own mind like Nirvana, and go the whole nine like Madonna.

When you awaken, your manhood will be taken.