I'm Over Dey Heads Like A Bulemic

Street's Disciple, My Raps Are Trifle. I Shoot Slugs From My Brain Just Like A Rifle.

You Can't Please Everybody. You['d] Be Crazy If You're Trying To. So Take Some Time Out To Do Some Things For Yourself.

Your Look Reflects Whats Happening In Your Mind.

All On The Street, You Get Treated Like A Street Cat: "all Right, You've Been Eatin' Enough, You're Fat, Get Out Of The Way Now And Let Somebody Else Come By."

When You're A Teenager, You Want To Meet A Lot Of Girls - You Want To Get The Most Girls. You Don't Know Anything About Respect; You Don't Know Anything About Being Faithful And Loyal To Your Girlfriend.