Rap About Nothing: Hip Hop Chat Thread

You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood grain to stair
I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
Ten and a half in them Airforce 1's, gimme two pair
 
Bein' born with less
I must confess only adds on to the stress
Two gunshots to my homie's head
died in his vest
Shot him to death and left him bleedin' for his family to see
I pass his casket gently askin
is there heaven for G's?
My homeboy's doin life
his baby momma be stressin'
Sheddin' tears when her son
finally ask that questions
Where my daddy at? Mama why we live so poor?
Why you cryin?
Heard you late night through my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama?
Whitey keep on callin' me *****?
Get my weight up with my hate
and pay 'em back when I'm bigger
And still thuggin in this jail cell, missin' my block
Hearin brothers screamin' all night
wishin' they'd stop
Proud to be black
but why we act like we don't love ourselves
Don't look around busta
check yourselves
Know what it MEANS to be black, whether a man or girl
We still strugglin', in this white man's world
 
“I know death right round the corner, but it bet not bend that curve”

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“Strangle the trigger, and you a ***** now who did it?“

“Let's say I'm in a room with a ***** and the ho don't wan' **** Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my ****in' nut - fa'sho'”

“See these broads, I like em and ****/
Wish I could give all these **** a picture-of-my ****/See I like em and psyche em, then I get in the win”
 
Boss B, slow down in the Jag you lost me
You know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
The number one rapper, dippin low low
In a compressor sippin mo-mo
Spend a lotta cheddar, look
My click couldn't be betta
I'm married to C.M.R. baby
Love it or leave it
Drop tops when it's hot
Strech hummer's when it's not
Light up the whole block when
You glance at my watch
It's Wayne baby, thugged out won't change baby
I'll do your main lady, in a blue navigaty
That's game baby, you can call me a game shooter
But since I drive a bubble people call me Lex Luger
I pull up in a expedition they be like ah no,no,no he didn't
Tattoes and fast cars, Do you know who we are?
I'm Lil' Weezy puttin down for C.M.R
 
I ride up in a Porsche Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha
I got her when I stopped her at McDonald's with her partner
I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versace and her Prada
I'm Iceburg
I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla
I popped up by her mamas so her ***** won't know nada
She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward
Now hopped up in my car and started talkin' 'bout her doctor
She said she started ridin' it in her babies fathers Honda
She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda
I'm drivin' to the to the back and put the top up
I roll down all the windows put the car in function "watch the"
I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro
It took five minutes to bang then you know she proper
I'm knockin' out her brains
We got the car shakin' and rocklin'
She asked me for a kiss ah
Biznite what's your problem
 
Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought "Kick In The Door" was for?
But that's my heart, y'all still tripping off the Jigga ****
Real ****** listen up and I'mma tell you how the whole thing start
Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
Rocking at the Fever, streets was all mine
It was my version of the blues, dropping out schools
The crack epidemic had rap representing the rules
So I got in them shoes, tried 'em, wore them
Wasn't a perfect fit so I couldn't sport 'em
Young murderers ride, I knew all them
Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring
I wrote it in my album
I was 18 when Lake seen the Island, and Lord held me down and
My surroundings started changing, I had a baby
I was making my rounds with AZ
****** started noticing my flow and was open when
The Golden Child closed 'em in with more style than them older men
Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang
Snoop and Dre had a new thing
So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects
He let me drive it, before Ready To Die hit
Big and I hit blunts performing at the Ark
Next thing you knew, Big blew and all the balling starts
He had Kim in his crew, I found Fox
Only ****** in New York with number one charts
Big was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my ******
But dig it, they couldn't get along
That's when Ghostface said it on the purple tape
Bad Boy biting Nas album cover way
Big told me Rae was stealing my slang
And Rae told me out in Shaolin, Big would do the same thing
But I borrowed from both them ******
Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with "Ain't No *****"
Had much Versace swagger
Big admired the Brooklynite and took him in as Iceberg the rapper
Today don't know nothing, about this boss ****
There's more **** than wanting to be this King of New York ****
 
“It's consequences, jumpin' fences
'Cause the narcs tryin' lynch us and they missin' us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a n**** out a menace
Commisary low so we taking n**** tennis
A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
N****s handle they business if they ever felt played
The people crooked, yeah, the preacher crooked
Saw my old teacher at the strip club, damn, the teacher is crooked”
 
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, do a little ******
Ba-da-dup-bup-bup-bup-bay, have I lost it? You still with me?
Fazeekin', Keakin' and sneakin'
All N Da Doe wit' da nappy 'fro, still freakin'
On citas, bonitas senoritas
Turn in two-elevens, one-eight-sevens on a feature
I see my ***** in the traffic, wassup-y?
Brotha by another motha, a first cous', what's bloody?
I mix big with husky brusky
Quarterbackin', trust me, rugby rush me
Color purple, still in the street, it's ugly
I don't know you, but you lovin' me, fresher than Doug E
Look at what the mother****in' rap game done done to me
So go on, *****, run the beat
Here comes Keak Da Sneak
Self-taught, when he do a technique, nothing but heat
Self-taught, what to do on this beat? This for the street
 
“Peep how your date adore
Probly skate with yours
Take her straight indoors
Clean face, make her taste my pores
Give it to her till her waist is sore
Shake the boy
Go up in your lady raw, make your lady roar
And if she's late, it’s yours”

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Notice y’all don’t see any NEW rappers being quoted....

Most these are 90s, and 2000s lyrics :lol: :rofl:

“I know a young hot thang
Fkd my bro and gave him brain
And she expect for me to love her, I can never be no lame
I’m addicted to her sexually, but she ain’t my main dame
We can be the best of friends, shawty but you off the chain”

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