“Im so ahead of my time my parents havent met yet”

I’m rollin’ with Satan, not Jesus Christ. I’m the only son of the devil.

Listen Columbo you’re mad because your money come slow And what you make in a year I make in one show

Some girls barely speak, but always askin’ for a dollar.

I’m known to have a hottie open, I keep the shotty smokin, Front and get half the bones in your body broken.

If you don’t got endz, you won’t be gettin’ no skinz, And if you don’t got money, you won’t scoop a honey. If you don’t got cash, you won’t be gettin’ no ass, And if you don’t got loot, you won’t be knockin’ no boots.

I’m gettin’ stacks while you askin’ people, ‘Do you want some fries with that?’

I’m from where the real hustlers pile dough, the home of Rich Rich Porter, Azie, Alpo.

A girl ask me for a ring and i put one around her whole eye.

Im known for snatchin’ purses and bombin’ churches I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose

Cuz phony faggots I froze, it’s a fact, I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.

And when it comes to gettin nookie, I’m not a rookie… I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi.

Player haters be givin’ me harsh looks, But I’m tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks.

I know you like the way I am freakin’ it. I talk with slang and I’m never gonna stop speakin’ it.

A hard core life I toast to ex flaw, therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law.

On 139 and Lenox Ave there’s a big park, and if you’re soft don’t go through it when it gets dark

The Big L was cold crazy, A top-notch crook snatchin’ pocket books from old ladies I told him, “Give up the dough, before you get smoked! Oh you broke? ( *shots* ) Now you’re dead broke”

Original thought is like original sin: both happened before you were born to people you could not have possibly met.

Career highlights? I had two – I got an intentional walk from Sandy Koufax and I got out of a rundown against the Mets.

We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.

Before I met Ayn Rand, I was a logical positivist, and accordingly,

I don’t know how many of you have ever met Dijkstra, but you probably know that arrogance in computer science is measured in nano-Dijkstras.

Authors, she soon decided, were probably best met within the pages of their novels, and were as much creatures of the reader’s imagination as the characters in their books.

I asked these Indians: “Do men ever make Chicha?” My question was met with gales of laughter. The women howled. Bent over in hilarity, one replied, “Men can’t brew. Chicha made by men would only make gas in the belly.

I did not want to leave the Mets and I did not want to leave New York.