in my mind, i'm never gonna die in no ghetto. absolutely never.

a man turns around and punches me in the head; the fight's on. he cuts me; the fight’s on. if i'm shot; the fight is on.

i'm not losin' no fight to no scum bag out there in no ghetto, period. that's it. no ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ out there is gonna get me. the only way he gets me is cuttin' my head off, and i mean that.

i'll fight you 'til i got a breath left in me. i don't think any of those animals in that street can beat me. and i've been goin' that way for eighteen years of street service, street duty, and that’s the way i wanna keep on goin'.

you don't lose the fight.