What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 01.07.2025 19:41
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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I never knew my life mattered”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
How can she get her mouth taped shut? She should not have freedom of speech.
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll see you when I get there,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Mothership alien sorceress
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Soldier with the gas-mask
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I seen it all in my short life
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Know your enemies
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Movin objects mentally
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
No smile is genuine or real,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The other one don't understand me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What does life mean without death?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you