What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:18
Me and my peeps is all trife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Know your enemies
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I never knew my life mattered”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
How can I get over a break up?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Mothership alien sorceress
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Do you usually wear your panties over or under your pantyhose?
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,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If it ain't
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What was your best unexpected reunion with your childhood best friend?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
What's wrong with white women?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Have you ever answered your door in lingerie?
Three months later we run our own caper,
“…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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I seen it all in my short life
Has your mother ever walked in on you at an inappropriate time?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What does life mean without death?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Soldier with the gas-mask
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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'”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do it once, I do it twice,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The other one don't understand me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Movin objects mentally
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Gangbangers that spit slang
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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