What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 02:33
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
I never knew my life mattered”
“…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”
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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'”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Know your enemies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Would Taylor Swift want to be as rich as Trump? This why she vote for Kamala?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why aren't you a Trump supporter?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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Mothership alien sorceress
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The other one don't understand me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do it once, I do it twice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Movin objects mentally
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Me and my peeps is all trife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
No smile is genuine or real,
What does life mean without death?