Gangsta rap quotes: Page 2

So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years

Sittin' on different benches like it's musical chairs

Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined

Whether you'll die or kill them, it's another brother dead

But I know you'll never get that through your head

A-yo, Queens get the money, long time no cash

I'm caught up in the hustle where the guns go blast

The fool retaliated, so I had to think fast

Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

And any day could be your last in the jungle

Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble

I just need the junkies and the liars and the theives

I need the pimps, prostitues and pushers out the streets

That's where I'm seeking God cuz that's where he found me

It'll be a manslaughter right in front of my kids

A little blood get on my daughter, it's nothing, she'll live

You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors

Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)

If that’s what you wanna do, that's your business, but you ain't gotta promote it like it's cool and make it cool.

Lil' Kodak, they don't like to see you winnin'

They wanna see you in the penitentiary

But look, come to my hood i'll show you desperation

Though incarcerated, your mind dive

I hate it when your moms cries

Get in stack a bank and get the fuck out

Because a D-boy's life is cool at first

But in the end it's the pen or even worst, a hearse

There is no such thing as a fuckin friend

Gettin' paid, gettin' played, gettin' sprayed in the streets

I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright

We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night

Tighter than a motherfucker with the gangster beats

And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets, peep

Penitentiaries is packed with promise-makers

This street shit open game

One minute you him, the next minute you right back on your knuckles

My style don't pump no blood

It pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine

Raised up where every mouth that speak the truth get taped shut

We rappers. We just like directors and script writers, but we comin' from a street point of view, so we just talk about what we see.

Like, "That's not a riot; it's a feast, let's eat!"

You'll be bumped up, bucked off, no trace

On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface

From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell

Welcome to the hood, yeah, where niggas dyin' at (Dyin')

Same place where the best chicken gettin' fried at (Uh)

Same place where the police killin', tellin' lies at (Uh)

Every day I wonder just how I'll die

Only thing I know is how to survive

He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream

The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream

What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'?

Not too much cuz where I from niggas ain't motherfuckin talkin

We'd rather listen and watch

Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front

Damn, G, the spot's gettin' hot

So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?

Police looking at niggas through a microscope

In L.A. everybody and they mama sell dope

I don't wanna run (run) no more, but I know that if I stop

I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hanging with 'Pac

Fuck the DA, fuck the P.O

Fuck the president, fuck the Po-po

They follow me, wanna keep me close

Try to, hold me back, let me go

We're just brothers on the streets killin' brothers

This system has us geared to kill one another

Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge

Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins

Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah

When I had the drugs, I was street wealthy, yeah

I'm more like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors (Uh-huh)

For all of those who wanna profile and pose

Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone

I'm book-smart but the streets gave me all my knowledge

So there ain't nothin' for you when you comin' out the projects

Rule number 1: I can't do business with a stranger

Contract killers comin' when I feel endangered

Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold, uh

Killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos

The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream

I'm an angel in the sky

I look down on the drive by's

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh (Uh-huh)

Just another case about the wrong path (Uh-huh)

Fuck the road but if anybody's testing me

It's one step away like a 5-a-side penalty

Every Santander Nationwide remembers me

Right pocket full of cards, I'm a referee

Skippin' school, that's a truancy body