We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat. Wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay.
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots will make you levitate
People say I'm a disgrace to the human race. I love overweight women when they sit on my face.
On a park bench on 12th street, my whole crew's famous, you try bust your gat and keep it rel but you nameless
I wish I was a rapper. There are certainly times when I wish I could just drop an album and channel all my ideas, anger, humor and energy into some music and be done with it.
We just wanted to get as far away from the rap-rock scene as possible, because its been done and other bands do it better than us anyway.
My character is meant to know nothing about rap, and not to like it very much, but I know about it, because my kids make me listen to it. There's some rap I do like very much. I like Eminem, Blackalicious.
I'm at a point where I don't have to wait for the income from the record to survive, so I'm in a comfortable zone, but I'll make rap records as long as I feel I have something to rap about.
I don't like rap music at all. I don't think it's music. It's just a beat and rapping.
Never lookin' back or too far in front of me; the present is a gift and I just wanna be.
You were put here to protect us. But who protects us from you?
Full moons, skunk weed all up in the room; You got the munchies, baby? Ice cold milk and Lorna Doones.
I got Soul Power, never took a cold shower, Never had a girlfriend the color of cooking flour.
I'm that neighborhood blizzard flooding these streets with snow.
My duration's infinite, money-wise or physiology.
A thin line between the haters and the ones who love us. A thinner line from the freedom and the foul judges, In the streets where the snake niggas hold grudges.
Think you figured it out, but you don't have a clue. Think you on top of the world, but the world on top of you.
It's for real though, let's connect, politic...ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases, Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces.
I love Dr. King, but violence might be necessary; Cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary, You might have to pull your AK, send one to the cemetery.
Believers of Jesus be denouncing Satan on every level, But every Halloween they're dressin' like devils.
Little brats yellin 'Trick or Treat' all through my screen door, When y'all should be at home sleep, Instead of at my front porch 15 deep. The jack o' lantern came in handy... I can turn my porch light out like I ain't got no candy. But ain't that somethin? You buy a Halloween costume and a pumpkin, Almost gave your children a heart attack. It's a tradition, but who the hell started that?
This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin' Robbin' little kids for bags.
I knew this girl named Tropicana, She's always juicin'. Producing cash for a sexual task. She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat... You ain't paid? Then your grade is incomplete.
God really exists, I tell you like this: It resides inside. And anybody tell you different, Just selling you religion, Tryin' to keep your ass in line.
It was Saturday night and I was feelin kinda funny, Gold around my neck, pockets full of money.
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