What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 02:24
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Is heroin really as good as people say it is?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Why does Africa have all mineral resources but she is suffering economically?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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Soldier with the gas-mask
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“…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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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why do some straight men like to suck dick but don't find other males attractive?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
No smile is genuine or real,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I never knew my life mattered”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Know your enemies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The other one don't understand me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I seen it all in my short life
What does life mean without death?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Mothership alien sorceress
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Movin objects mentally
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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'”
Gangbangers that spit slang
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife