What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 05:36
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If my lovely sister sleeps with my boyfriend, what should I do about her?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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What does life mean without death?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I seen it all in my short life
Why is my Whirlpool fridge not cooling but the freezer works? What is the solution?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll see you when I get there,
The other one don't understand me,
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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 do it once, I do it twice,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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'”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Know your enemies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Movin objects mentally
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Me and my peeps is all trife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
No smile is genuine or real,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I never knew my life mattered”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”