Rappers From The United States

"No compass comes with this life, just eyes, so to map it out you must look inside, sure books could guide you but your heart defines you, chica"

"I’ve got demons in my past so I’ve got daughters on the way, If the prophecy is correct then the child should have to pay, For the sins of the father so I barter my tomorrows against my yesterday’s In hopes that she’ll be okay"

"If you kill me you're famous, If I kill you, I’m brainless, What’s a nigga to do?"

"I’m already the GOAT, the next stop is the billie"

"If you're havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son / I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one."

"I never asked for nothin' I don't demand of myself / Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth / Death before dishonor and I tell you what else / I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help / Foolish pride is what held me together through the years / I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself / I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt / Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail / But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself / If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell ('Til it's heaven)"

"If skills sold / Truth be told / I'd probably be / Lyricly / Talib Kweli / Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense / (But i did five Mil) / I ain't been rhymin like Common since -- When your sense got that much in common / And you been hustlin since / Your inception / Fuck perception / Go with what makes sense / Since / I know what I'm up against / We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant"

"Pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well / Between him doin' heroin and me doin' crack sales / With that in the eggshell, standin' at the tabernacle / Rather the church, pretendin' to be hurt - wouldn't work / So a smirk was all on my face / Like damn, that man's face is just like my face / So pop, I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through / It wasn't all your fault homey, you got caught"

"I'm not a biter, I'm a writer for myself and others / I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother / Biggin' up my borough, I'm big enough to do it / I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish / So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out / It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth"

"Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag for like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily white that mean that shit you write must be illy Either that or your flow is silly - it's both I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it"

"Music business hate me ‘cause the industry ain't make me Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be making I dumbed down for my audience to double my dollars They criticized me for it, yet they all yell "holla" If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be lyrically Talib Kweli Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense But I did 5 mill' – I ain't been rhyming like Common since When your cents got that much in common And you been hustling since your inception Fuck perception! Go with what makes sense Since I know what I'm up against We as rappers must decide what's most important And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them So I got rich and gave back, to me that's the win/win So next time you see the homie and his rims spin Just know my mind is working just like them (rims, that is)"

"Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush Your blood boils, you in a spot knowin' cops could rush you in the drop, you so easy to touch No two days are alike, except the 1st and 15th pretty much And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up And a drought could define a man when the well dries up You learn the worth of water Without work you thirst 'til you die, yup!"

"Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing."

"On repeat, the CD of B.I.G.'s 'Me and My Bitch' Watching Bonnie and Clyde, pretending to be that shit Empty gun in your hand saying, 'Let me see that clip' Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor but when we got rich That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped."

"Niggas pray and pray on my downfall But every time I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball."

"6 oohie, jewels dripping big tooly I ball for real: y'all niggas is Sam Bowie And with the third pick, I made the earth sick M.J., him Jay, fade away perfect."

"I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a well"

"Hov' is back, life stories told through rap Niggas acting like I sold you crack Like I told you sell drugs; No, Hov did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that."

"They say you can't turn a bad girl good But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever"

"Even if it ain't sunny, hey, I ain't complaining I'm in the rain doing a buck 40, hydroplaning, what, shorty? (Where you disappear to, son?) Maintaining Putting myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in I'm living, the ill street blues got you hunger painin' Nothing to gain and a whole lot to lose, you still singing, fool I'm thorough, in every borough, my name be ringing"

"Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand The mechanics and the workings of the underworld, granted Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot Life's ills poison my body I used to say Fuck mic skills, I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right it's wicked, that's life, I live it Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins"

"Hand gettin the mic. Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia. I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure Lock my body, can't trap my mind easily, explains why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it."

"For nine six, the only mc wit a flu Yeah I rhyme sick I be what you tryin to do Made a fortune off Peru, expedite, china white heron Nigga please like short sleeves I bear arms."

"There's heaven, then there's hell niggas One day your cruising in your 7 next day your sweatin forgettin your lies Alibis ain't matchin up, bullshit catchin up Hit with the rico, they repo your vehico' Everything was all good just a week ago 'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't you? I'll forgive your weak ass, hustling just ain't you Aside from the fast cars; honey's that shake they ass at bars you know you wouldn't be involved with the underworld dealers, carriers of Mac Miller East coast bodiers, west coast cap peelers Little monkey niggas turn gorillas"

"Jay Hov about to change my name to Jay Peso but in a meantime called me William H though on a platinum Yamaha got the engine gunning throwing it up like liquor on an empty stomach."

"I love it when you call me Big Poppa; throw your hands in the air if you's a true player."

"Representing the best of East Coast rap, Christopher Wallace, otherwise known as The Notorious B.I.G. or Biggie Smalls, is one of the most influential and acclaimed rappers in history. The New York based rapper has written some of the genre’s most well-respected albums and singles such as “Juicy,” “Big Poppa” and “Mo Money Mo Problems” among others. Wallace’s unique beats and rap flow often undermined the violent lyrical themes he showcased in his songwriting, though it was seen as a new and unprecedented approach to the gangsta rap genre at the time."

"I kind of realized how powerful Tupac and I was (you know what I'm saying?) because Pac is a strong dude, I know dude. (You know what I'm saying?) We two ind"

"I only got beef with those that violate me; I shall annihilate thee."

"I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali."

"Forget the telly, we just go to the crib, watch a movie in the Jacuzzi and smoke Ls while you do me."

"[A]nd if you don't know? Now you know, nigga."

"Damn right I like the life I live, 'cause I went from negative to positive."

"Birthdays was the worst days; now we sip champagne when we're thirsty."

"Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis. When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this."

"I made a change from a common thief, to up-close and personal with Robin Leach, and I'm far from cheap. I smoke skunk with my peeps all day, spread love it's the Brooklyn way. The moet and alize keeps me pissy. Girls used to diss me, now they write letters cuz they miss me. I never thought it could happen this rapping stuff. I was too used to packing gats and stuff. Now honeys play me close like butter played toast, from the Mississippi down to the East Coast. Condos in queens, indoor for weeks. sold out seats to hear Biggy Smalls speak. Living life without fear, putting 5 carats in my baby girls ears. Lunchies, brunchies. Interviews by the pool, considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school. Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood and it's still all good."

"I'm blowin' up like you thought I would, call the crib up, same number same hood, its all good."

"Peace to Ron G, Brucy B, Kid Capri, Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky."

"It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine. Salt-n-Peppa, Heavy D up in tha limousine. Hangin' pictures on my wall, every Saturday rap attack, Mr. Magic Marley Marl. I let my tape rock till my tape pop, smoking weed and bamboo, sippin' on Private Stock. Way back, when I had the red-and-black lumberjack, with the hat to match. Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha duh-ha, you never thought that hip hop would take it this far. Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight. Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade! Born sinner, the opposite of a winner. Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner."

"C4 to your door, no beef no more."

"There's gonna' be a lotta slow singin' and flower bringin' if my burglar alarm starts ringin'."

"Who the fuck is this? Pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning. Crack of dawnin'. Now I'm yawnin', wipe the cold out my eye. See who's this pagin' me, and why?"

"Is Brooklyn in the house? Without a doubt, I'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about."

"Fuck a holster, got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder."

"When I die? Fuck it, I wanna go to hell, 'cause I'm a piece of shit. It ain't hard to fuckin' tell."

"Black and ugly as ever, however I stay Gucci down to the socks, rings and watch filled with Rocks."

"Never get high on your own supply."

"You're just mad 'cause I got my dick sucked, and my balls licked."

"I've got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s, nine 9s, ten MAC-10s. The shits never end, you can't touch my riches. Even if you have MC Hammer and them 3-5-7 bitches."

"Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight. Laid back, I got some money to make. Motherfucker!"