What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 23:46
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
No smile is genuine or real,
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The other one don't understand me,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gangbangers that spit slang
I seen it all in my short life
What are some life hacks for living on your own?
Mothership alien sorceress
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why am I so unproductive when it's a holiday the next day?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Know your enemies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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“…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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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'”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What does life mean without death?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll see you when I get there,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,