What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 03:50
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Does eating bread before bed make you fat? If so, why?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Soldier with the gas-mask
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Do handsome guys intimidate women or people in general?
I never knew my life mattered”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What does life mean without death?
Why do I want to suck cock, after smoking methamphetamine?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why do I sweat so much at the gym?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What movies and TV shows portray realistic beauty standards?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If it ain't
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“…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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Know your enemies
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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'”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Who designed our DNA structure?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gangbangers that spit slang
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The other one don't understand me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
No smile is genuine or real,
Mothership alien sorceress
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I seen it all in my short life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,