What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 15:37
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The other one don't understand me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Why do men like to suck another man’s dick?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I've never read the book. What did Dorian Grey do that was so immoral and sinful?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What is your age now, and what age do you prefer to stay at forever?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll see you when I get there,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Is it okay for my husband to help other ladies without telling me?
If it ain't
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
No smile is genuine or real,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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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Who designed our DNA structure?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I never knew my life mattered”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Mothership alien sorceress
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Three months later we run our own caper,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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'”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Me and my peeps is all trife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Know your enemies
I seen it all in my short life
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“…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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,