"I got styles you can't copy bitch, its the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double hockey sticks"

“In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightnin', you seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight, then! L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat, comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolet”

“Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the Mets”

“I'm makin ducks' shed much tears, I buck queers, I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?”

“I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches, puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches”

“The Big L be lighting niggas like incense, getting men lynched, to win tits, I'm killing infants for ten cents”

“I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin', put his brains in the street, now you can see what he was just thinkin'”