POST RAP LINES DAT HIT CLOSE TO HOME

[whknorth]

de only one I can think of right now since I'm faded is this.

'she said she finally met a man who took her breath away.
well naturally I'm jealous because I'm lonely.
at times, my only friends in life are the drugs and the canoli (in my case, french fries and fried chicken)' - the white ghost face killa aka the white black tony starks.

It hits klose to my house koz de hoe I I want keeps praising her nukka, I'm lonely and my best friend in life is the fries and the fried chicken wit de ice cold coke.

 

[TheBeigeBomber]

bytch im a migos
i play with kilos

 

[A187]

I Shoot Up Ya House And Burn Up Ya Crib
And Wen The Fire Man Come I Shoot Down Wit Da Cig(Bbbblaaattt) - Tony Yayo

 

[Moesha’s Overbearing Dad]

I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shyt
Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way
Such a innocent child is what some say
I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are
Like a star not a worry in this world thus far
But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant

 

[BronxFleeZ]

03 adolescene

 

[Ashtrey]

"I got nikkaz that can't leave Canada too."

Having to settle for Montreal or Toronto instead of Vegas for 3 upcoming bachelor parties within the next few months.

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

Eazy e can eat a big fat dikk
Tim dogg can eat a bit fat dikk..

 

[TheBeigeBomber]

i put that crack in my crack
i put that brack in my brack

 

[marleyg]

Too close for comfort, too close to home
Too close to be playin yo ass so hey why don't you get yo' own
As long, as I got this legally
People see that we can be on top of things without causin
another nikka sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fukk your pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and snappy with a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material shyt is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin pipes right

 

[R-Typ3]

We all look alikeain't nobody unique not when every young girl is a prostitute and every.nikka outside police gots to shoot because here if a nikka ain't rappin then he must be affiliated, slangin, or kidnappin-KAM Every Single Weekend

 

[Lil Bape the PostGod]

Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes

 

[R-Typ3]

Too close for comfort, too close to home
Too close to be playin yo ass so hey why don't you get yo' own
As long, as I got this legally
People see that we can be on top of things without causin
another nikka sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fukk your pride, hah better be out your seat
Quick and snappy with a happy face before you bleed
Ask me, if that material shyt is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin pipes right

I either want a benz or a beamer ooh weee

 

[DonnyB]

"I put my problems in a box beside my tightest rhymes
Under lock and key, buried deep off in my mind
And when it gets too full and I can't close the lid
I spaz on my family and my closest friends
Trade my materials for a peace of mind
I am so close to heaven, hell, I just need some time
Who cares about life and the high’s and low’s
Maybe I should write another song about pimps and hoes
Cars and clothes, idol gods, golden calves, Louis scarves
I do this for the love and it’s free of charge
I don’t need jail to be behind bars"

"If it don’t touch my soul then I can’t listen to it
The radio don’t play the shyt I used to love
Or maybe I am just growing up
I never seen a star on a red rug
If I wanna see stars I just look above
To the heavens"

 

[Terrance Curtis Beasley]

No sex bytch I only want the neck bytch
So tell the next bytch and the next bytch
No sex bytch I only want the neck bytch
No sex bytch I only want the next bytch

 

[CouldntBeMeTho]

Tupac's Lost Soul basically describes my life.. I was ducking and hiding from ghetto birds as a youngster, and spent my 21st bday locked up. And I'd hate to spend the rest of my life ducking onnnnnneee tiiiimee