If I wasn't in the rap game,
I'd probably have a key knee-deep in the crack game.
Because the streets is a short stop:
Either you're slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot.
You're either slangin' crack rock, or you got a wicked jumpshot.
Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game
I can't give up. It's a rap thang. And I ain't goin back to the crack game.
Crack is cheap. I make too much money to ever smoke crack. Let's get that straight. OK? We don't do crack. We don't do that. Crack is whack.
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Youngbloods can't spell, but they could rock you in PlayStation.
You look at today, it's a different situation. You have a game that has been transformed into a game where almost every shot is either an outside shot - a three-point shot - or a dunk.
The Thursday night game is by far the most difficult game to prepare for. You can't get into as much depth as you normally would in your game plan because you just don't have the time. You've got to jump right into the next opponent.
As for the rap game, I feel like the music I got, the rap game wide open for me to take over.
We cannot rest while Brazilians are going hungry, while families are living in the streets, while poor children are abandoned to their own fates and while crack and crack dens rule.
I did get a huge endorphin rush when I was able to crack a system because it was like a video game.
I don't know how the rap game is, because I'm a fan of reality, and the rap game's entertainment.
I have a deep, deep belief that if I tell you I'm going to crack you with a clean shot to the chin inside one minute of the first round and you will be unconscious, well, then that's what will happen.
I've never smoked crack. I've never done most things, drug-wise. But I assume that the experience I had watching Lost is the experience that crack addicts have smoking crack.
I was slinging whatever I could get my hands on. Whether it was chronic, whether it was crack.
You know, we are one nation under a god. Yes, you were right. An angry, crack slinging god who decorates with bullets and spent condoms.
I feel like a lot of niggas in the rap game ain't do what I did in these streets and a lot of niggas in the streets ain't do what I did in the rap game. I still feel like a lot of people don't feel where we come from.