What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 15:24
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Teens like me, what are your expectations when entering adulthood?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I seen it all in my short life
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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'”
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If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Is it painful for men to wear bras, panties, and tampons?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Why won't Canada build their own fighter jet?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Where do high school kids get weed from?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What are the signs of covert narcissistic abuse that most people miss?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I never knew my life mattered”
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Can humans drink battery water?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Mothership alien sorceress
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll see you when I get there,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The other one don't understand me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Movin objects mentally
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Know your enemies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Who designed our DNA structure?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What does life mean without death?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“…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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,