What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 02:16
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
No smile is genuine or real,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why does my crush make me jealous about having a girlfriend?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If it ain't
If it ain't
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The other one don't understand me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why are so many young teenage boys misogynistic? Where do they get these attitudes from?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Mothership alien sorceress
Know your enemies
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Movin objects mentally
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I never knew my life mattered”
“…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'll see you when I get there,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gangbangers that spit slang
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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'”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I seen it all in my short life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
What does life mean without death?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”