Ever Since I Was An Itty Bitty

It Was Tough Sitting In Jail Listening To Jay Leno And Rush Limbaugh And Everybody Making Jokes About Me Getting Shot. And Watching The Media Report All Kinds Of Lies About Me, Like That I Got Raped In Jail. That Never Happened. But At Least While I Was Locked Down, All The Inmates Gave Me Props Encouragement, And So Did Lots Of Mothers And Kids, Who Wrote Me Letters Of Support.

I Ain't Racist But Lets Trade Places.

I Thought I Had Friends But In The End N*iggaz Dies Lonely.

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

There's Nobody In The Business Strong Enough To Scare Me.