Brehs, post a line that sticks with you day to day.

[FukyourFort]

"i had to hustle, my back to the wall; ashy knuckles
pockets filled, with a lot of lint, not a cent, gotta vent
lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench
what you hollerin, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in...
by the bodega, iron under my coat; feeling braver
du rag wrapping my waves up; pockets full of hope

 

[FukyourFort]

Got a strange way of seeing life like
I'm Stevie Wonder with beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah - Hov

 

[FukyourFort]

Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fukking life
So now I'm down for whatever ain't nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me

 

[ILLMMORTAL]

I'll never disrespect my momma,never disrespect her momma neither,I'll never turn my back on Jesus! I'll never get caught up in the system,cause I believe uh, man that follows man ain't a man and I'm a leader!

SCARFACE nikkaZ!

 

[Professor K.]

"Patience is a virtue, being anxious just might hurt you" -Big Boi

 

[stealthbomber]

"i run after money that why them bytches run after me"

-curren$y

 

[Taadow]

"Niccas dress funny, act funny, walk funny, talk funny,
never realizing that she only wants your money, Dummy!"

 

[Taadow]

"I can't get caught up with the dirt that's in the air,
the bytches in my hair, or them niccas over there..."

 

[Taadow]

"A hoe can only get on my nerves if I trust her..."

 

[Taadow]

"A baby's born and you hear mom's crying/
is she crying 'cause she happy, or the fact she knows she's born dying?"

 

[Taadow]

"Everynight I hit the marijuana thinkin' it will take away the pain -
wake up the next morning, and things are still the same"

 

[Urbanmiracle]

Saying lifes a bytch is getting old
If ya life outta order: SEIZE CONTROL- Cormega

 

[JuvenileHell]

cuz he got hit like i got hit, but he aint fukkin breathin

50 says a lot of cold hearted shyt

 

[Jay Kast]

Wanted to tell God I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserved less

 

[donder]

got more soul than a sock with a hole.

It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, boast yo' skills
Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills
Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat
Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
Told ya, on some get-rich shyt
As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nikka go?
Figaro, Figaro