The Quotable Gunplay: "Hos," "Pills," and the "Gift and Curse of Being Under Rick Ross"
The Maybach Music rapper offered so much colorful commentary during the interviews for our recent two-part feature ("How Miami's Coke-Sniffin', Po' Pimpin' Maniac Joined Rap's Power Circle" and "Gunplay on His Swastika Tattoo, Starting Escort Agency, Rebranding Himself as Don Logan"), we could hardly fit it all in.
Here are the most entertaining outtakes. Or as we here at Crossfade like to say, The Quotable Gunplay.
On his wildman persona:
It took a while for people to actually catch on. They were like, 'He's crazy. He's gonna self destruct his system. Don't worry about him. You're gonna see him on the front page.' Nah! I've been doing this for a long time. That's what everybody in my Maybach Music family, that's what they love me for. They love Gunplay, man. When we just started getting on the road, I was the motherfucker going from room to room like, 'Where da bitches at,' with my towel on, just finished [having sex] with this ho, telling this ho to chill in the room, cause my dog got another ho waiting for me. But I don't want to kick this one out 'cause I'm gonna fuck her again later on tonight. So let me just tell my dawg to flee out the room real quick, let me bust her guts. I used to be wild like that, but I started focusing.
On carving his own lane:
I ain't with the overnight success shit, because you don't appreciate it. I had to take the long way around, and then it's a gift and a curse being under Ross. One of the 48 laws of power is never try to step in a great man's shoes. So I said, 'OK, I'm going to create my own lane. What do I know how to do best? Have fun and wile the fuck out.' Gunplay is on that. Gunplay is wiling out like that. It's believable.
On being Gunplay:
I shoot first, ask questions later, man. I ain't gonna let you knock on my mama's door and tell my mama no bullshit. It ain't gon' happen. I'm gon' call my mama: "Mama, this fuck nigga, I had to handle my business. Call a lawyer right quick. Come get me, Mama!" Nah, I put her through enough, I don't call my mama no more. I just call my dog, my lawyer, call my bondsman ... I'm up out this bitch.
On settling down:
I might pop a little pill here and there with my girl, fuck for a couple of hours--five, six hours sometimes--and enjoy the shit. I ain't gonna go downstairs and be shooting in the air, 'Haaaaaa! Gunplayyy! Hahaha!' Naw, I'm chilling, man. I'm on my eighth prestige on Call of Duty: Black Ops.
On representing for the havenots:
I'm not really that flashy type of dude... 'Cause to me that gets boring after a while. When a nigga ain't got no money, you really in bad mood, I don't want to hear no motherfucker talking about, 'I just bought 40 Ferraris in 40 minutes, son! Word! I drove them all at the same time! I just gave some away to a bum on the corner! Word! I got 80 karats in one stone on my ear! Look, my ear's falling to the floor I got so much money! I burned a million to light a joint!' I don't want to hear that shit.