“If you’re trying to get somebody and this might be the only time you’re going to catch him, but he is holding his baby and with his mama, you ain’t gonna let that chance go by. That’s the mentality of the streets. If you let that chance go by, he might catch your ass.”

Drop it like it’s hot.

Push yourself, when you get smart up top (in your head), your skills will fall right into place.

I move with the time. Whatever’s happening in time, I’m in.

It makes me feel the way I need to feel.

You don’t love me, you just love my doggystyle.

I’m not rapping, I’m conversing. It’s just a conversation between me and you.

You’ve got to always go back in time if you want to move forward.

A lot of brands, you can’t touch them. When you’re dealing with Snoop Dogg, he brings you closer to the brand and it feels like it’s a part of you.

There’s no such thing as losing touch. You can take me out of the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out of me.

They say I’m greedy, but I still want more, cause my eyes want to journey.

That’s how we do it in the black community; we give back to the people who made us who we are. We never forget that.

I am a sore loser. I’ve always been like that ever s’nce I started playin’ sports and just life in general. I hate to lose and I play to win.

See, I don’t want brothers shooting. I want them talking.

I stay busy and projects look for me. I aint goin nowhere no time soon and that’s how I continue to evolve. By stayin relevant and makin hits.

What people don’t understand is joining a gang ain’t bad, it’s cool, it’s fine. When you in the hood, joining a gang it’s cool because all your friends are in the gang, all your family’s in the gang. We’re not just killing people every night, we’re just hanging out, having a good time.

Life is about growing and evolving. I feel like my life has been in stages, and the stages I went through when I was younger allowed me to grow into the man I am today.

I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.

With Woods arms wrapped around me and the beat of his heart pressed against my chest, I knew he would hold me steady. If I ever fell, I’d have him to catch me.

Don’t. Please, just let me hold you a little bit longer,” he mumbled into my hair

Hold her for me. Hold her tight. Don’t let her be lonely. Don’t let her hurt. Please.

The only thing that I can do is hold a mirror in front of men and women, in front of the viewer in the theater, to reflect. There is nothing but reflection that I could intend to offer the viewer of the film.

A memory can’t hold you at night.

In my opinion the man looks at the relationship in a more bitter fashion and the woman still holds great hopes.

An artist’s job is simply to take the mirror in front of your face and hold it there. It’s not to give you any answers. It is simply to take that mirror and point it at you.