You seen my shows; I bring the 'hood out.
When I was younger, I was one of the few girls in the neighborhood who could break dance. That's kind of my local, ghetto-celebrity claim to fame.
I grew up in some suburb, I'd come out with a song about potholes in my lawn.
I want to be an ambassador of Brooklyn.
My dad grew up in Washington Heights. I grew up in New York in Manhattan. So we're purebred New Yorkers.
I love Harlem, it's like a second home to me.
I am, and always will be, proud to be a Hackney girl.
People who are happy with their neighborhoods in New York always say the same thing: 'It's such a neighborhood!' And that's how we feel about Carroll Gardens. We see all the same people who have been there a long time and are very friendly and welcoming to us.
I don't need bodyguards. I'm from the South Bronx.
I took it upon myself to give back to my 'hood.
Yes, I was born in Coney Island. The Holy Land.
Harlem is a stage. It's like its own planet, from the way we dress to the swag in the way we walk and talk.
If you can be the best from Queensbridge and actually make it out, then you must be pretty good.
I have 100 percent Bronx pride, like it's a country, like I am the Bronx.
When I go back to my hood, Queens, Brooklyn, or here in L.A., the people that's not famous, that's what inspires me.
When people look at me, ask me, or say something to me, they know I'm Philly.
I always love it when a small paper wins. When I was growing up in the Bronx, the editor of the Riverdale Press - a neighborhood rag - kept submitting his columns for a Pulitzer. We laughed and laughed at his ego. He finally won.
So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in Queensbridge, If you popped that junk up in the Bronx you might not live.
People know I'm Philly straight up and down.
As we say in the hood, I'm a stoop kid.
I'm from the Southside of Chicago.
People's hustle in the Bronx is real.
No lie, just had one of the best times of my life at Rucker park..wow! I love NYHarlem waddup.
I'll always be a Brooklyn girl.
I grew up in Manhattan. For Manhattanites, Brooklyn was the sticks, a second-rate civilization. My friends and I, we were so snobby. Living in the Bronx or Brooklyn was incredible... for me, that was like a foreign country.
