It's like giving a glass of ice water to somebody in hell!

We sell — or else.

Every time that I sell myself to you
I feel a little bit cheaper than I need to
I will tear the petals off of you
Rose red, I will make you tell the truth

[Bin Laden has] already said publicly that you can have all the oil you want. I can‘t drink it. We‘re going to sell it to you at a marketplace.

Son of the Devil, I turn wine into water

Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush
Your blood boils, you in a spot knowin' cops could rush
you in the drop, you so easy to touch
No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much
And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up
And a drought could define a man when the well dries up
You learn the worth of water
Without work you thirst 'til you die, yup!

The iron ice stung like a goad, Slashing the torn shoes from my feet, And all the air was bitter sleet. And all the land was cramped with snow, Steel-strong and fierce and glimmering wan, Like pale plains of obsidian. — And yet I strove — and I was fire And ice — and fire and ice were one In one vast hunger of desire.

All I want to do is [gunshots, cash register ring sounds] take your money...
No one on the corner has swagga like us
Hit me on the banner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell just pumping that gas.

I sell my time to get enough money to buy it back.

I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven or fear of hell, but because He is God.

Give me silence, water, hope
Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

Jay gave me a co-sign like I was RocaWear, but be clear I'm not the air/heir </br> I'm the water, fire and the earth </br> That means I'm doing dirt, spitting flames and quenching thirst