_{^{Mutha f*ckas get killed every day for one simple reason, they f*ckin with people and they don't know who they f*ckin with.  Know you f*cking with before you decide you want to f*ck with them.  It happens all the mutha f*ckin time.  Lets say you at a party or a club and a mutha f*cka had too much to drink and he start f*cking with somebody he don't know.  Poppin sh*t like a mutha f*cka.  Now in his hood, he knows who to f*ck with and who not to f*ck with.  But when you surrounded by strangers, you gotta be a little bit more careful.  You might be thinking a mutha f*cka is a fighter, but he really a gun buster.  Now you talking all that "come outside" bull sh*t, then when the mutha f*cka come outside you get ya head blown off and ya top be bouncing down the street like a basketball.  Know who you f*ckin with.}}

_{^{I don't see how mutha f*ckas could be about to fight and be nose to nose in each other face talking.  I dont feel comfortable with a n*gga that f*ckin close to me.  That's how mutha f*ckas get knocked the f*ck out.  Nose to nose?  You wont even see the punch coming.  Mutha f*cka must got supreme confidence in his jaw.  Soon as a mutha f*cka get that close to me, I'm swinging.  I be damned if a mutha f*cka steal one on me.  I'm gonna do the stealing.}}

_{^{I hate a mutha f*cka that gotta grab ya shoulders everytime he f*cking laugh.  Or just fall all over you when he laugh and sh*t.  That sh*t is un-mutha fuckin necessary.  Mutha f*cka be tackling you every time he f*ckin laugh and sh*t.  He be f*ckin up whatever is funny.  You be ready to start laughing like a mutha f*cka until that mutha f*cka hooked on to yo azz like a hungry tiger.  Then the sh*t aint even funny no more.}} 

_{^{I hate a professional athlete who try to be a gangsta, n*ggas be tryin so mutha f*ckin hard to be tough.  First of all, everybody know you n*ggas aint did sh*t ya whole life but play sports.  You might of did a lil bit of dirt a long the way but nothing major.  Probably sold a couple drugs and got in a couple fights but at the end of the day you wasn't sh*t.  So why wait until you makin millions of dollars to try to play gorilla?  If you was ever hardbody, you wouldn't be on that court/field right now playing for money.  Real thug n*ggas would of said f*ck sports a long time ago.  Cause when you younger, that sh*t don't put no money and ya pocket and real thugs don't tolerate not having money in they pocket.  Not to glorify that sh*t but I'm just saying that there is no need to PRETEND like you something you not.  You making millions of f*ckin dollars, stay out the f*ckin hood, say f*ck them n*ggas from ya old hood that used to pick on ya azz, now you got them running side by side with you like you been boys foreever.  You giving them money, you paying for they cars and houses, for what?  Cause you want to be looked at as a gangsta that's why.  That's what they mean when they say money don't make you happy.  Mutha f*ckas got millions and they still wanna be tough guys.}} 

_{^{"Sucess is not enough, you wanna be hard, knowing if you got knocked, you get f*cked in the yard."}}

_{^{50 Cent}}

_{^{If you lose a fight, you............... VOTE NOW}}