America Wants Its Respect.

Thug Life To Me Is Dead.

Yo Get A Real Job. Rappin Doesn't Pay The Rent, I Hate The Studio Cause That's Where All My Money Went.

Watch Me, Diamonds Shining Looking Like I Robbed Liberace.

If I Upset You, Don't Stress. Never Forget That God Isn't Finished With Me Yet. I Feel His Hand On My Brain... When I Write Rhymes, I Go Blind And Let The Lord Do His Thang.

My Music Is Not For Everyone. It's Only For The Stong-willed, The [street] Soldiers Music. It's Not Like Party Music- I Mean, You Could Gig To It, But It's Spiritual. My Musi Is Spiritual. It's Like Negro Spiituals, Except For The Fact That I'm Not Saying 'we Shall Overcome.' I'm Saying That We Are Overcome.