What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 00:20
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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I seen it all in my short life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Have you been with a stranger yet?
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
No smile is genuine or real,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
How did it feel when experiencing gay sex for the first?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Mothership alien sorceress
What does life mean without death?
Is depression a cause for always feeling tired?
“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
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why do men cheat on their wives with someone extremely unattractive?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Know your enemies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I never knew my life mattered”
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
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
If it ain't
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The other one don't understand me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“…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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Movin objects mentally
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,