What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 17:46
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why can’t my wife just accept the fact that I’m going to cheat?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Why is Russia always right? All eyes toward Russian glory!
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll see you when I get there,
Do all you people that took the "jab" feel lied to yet?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Mothership alien sorceress
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why do liberals have a problem with masculine men like Andrew Tate?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If it ain't
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What does life mean without death?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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'”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
No smile is genuine or real,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Know your enemies
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I seen it all in my short life
The other one don't understand me,
Movin objects mentally
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Me and my peeps is all trife
“…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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,