Gangsta rap quotes

It's easy to make people think you’re a gangster. It’s hard to convince the feds you’re not.

You can hug that block all night, it ain't gon' hug you back (Facts)

These niggas ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government

Just 'cause he from the ghetto, that don't mean he sellin' crack

He drivin' home from work, you pull him over 'cause he black

Think he gangbangin' 'cause he got dreads and a few tats

Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young

I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six

If I grew up in some suburb, I’d come out with a song about potholes-in-my-lawn. I had a sidewalk, and on it niggas sold dope and crack.

Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is

Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker is

All these rappers got humungous choppers

But I swear they got some baby nuts boy

Crime pays no dental, nor medical

Unless you catch retirement, county, state or federal

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

I was already sentenced, before I came up out the womb

They say it’s two ways out the game, bullets melt your flesh

Or catch a sentence and they change you like you Malcolm X

My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb

That was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon

Move the H on our block, in front of H&R block

I'm only nineteen, but my mind is older

When the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold

He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little dogs sit"

Pointed at the yard (yard), said, "That's where big dogs shit" (shit)

Everybody here was born to hustle

It's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle

I won that fight, I lost that war

We write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right

I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load

I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough

Never prejudge, it be the humble that'll squeeze slugs

It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns

Spill blood for my dunns thuggin' for me

Four walls just starin' at a nigga

I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the trigger

My life on Earth was hell, you understand?

But when I die I'm goin' to hell again

Look, I was in the street with the shooters

Then I swapped my beef for a future

Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk

Stick up kids don't live long in New York

Either you ironclad or you plastic, jumped in or drafted

I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind

We put an address on the beef like we the post office

When I'm cruisin' in my Volvo, cops harass me

They never ride past me, they hound me like Lassie

Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk

No Batman and Robin, can't tell between

The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless

Yo, been in rich places, sick places

See, my story six thousand, six hundred sixty-six pages

Wages, I rolled six aces

And at the same dice game, I caught six cases

I drop science like girls be dropping babies

Chasin' after death so we can call ourselves brave?

Still livin' like mental slaves

Cops want to ID us

Hope they as fast as my Adidas

All I did was take gangsters to church

Got your lady with literature in her Louis bag

Got your kid studying outside of class

Rapper with a pistol, that made me a shooting star

I love the art of being able to still talk that gangsta shit, the street shit and still do it in a different way

I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover

"Is your pride worth dying over?"

Who shot Biggie Smalls, if we don't get them, they gon' get us all

'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop

In the hood, summertime is the killing season

It's hot out this bitch, that's a good enough reason (Woo)

I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding

Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" 'cause they ass leaking

What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?

For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja

Livin for today, a nigga might die tonight

Yo, picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts

Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do

Pull the trigger too, fuck you (Uh, uh, uh)

Who come to get you, none, they want guns

I be the first to set off shit, last to run

Wu roll together as one

I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one

I seen a cell phone on the dash, could've sworn it's a gun

I ain't see a toddler in the back after firing seven shots

And steppin' to me, yo, that's the wrong move

So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?

Breakin' rules, skippin' school, pullin' fire alarms

Got with a crew, made a truce, an alliance was formed

Got a tool, start shootin', then the violence was born

Nobody's thinkin' 'bout you; plus your beef ain't legit

So please, stay off the T-I-P of my di-ahhhhhh!

You try to school me, you'll get served with no regard

Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related

And we live by the street rules that thugs created

Six in the morning, police at my door

Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor

Yo, where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream

There's a lot of peer pressure growin' up as a young teen

You never know when you gonna get wet

'Cause mad clowns be catchin' wreck with a TEC just to get a rep

This ain't no wholesale operation

Just a few eighths and some PlayStation's my vocation

I pose a threat to the nation

There's better things we can teach these kids than which drugs to take.

Young black brotha can never be a lover

He keeps a joint in one hand and heem in the other