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. If he cuts me, the fight's on. If I'm shot, the fight is on. I'm not losing no fight to no scumbag out there in no ghetto, period. That's it. No son of a bitch out there is gonna get me. The only way he gets me is cut 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. I've been going...