What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 01:48
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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What does life mean without death?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
No smile is genuine or real,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The other one don't understand me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Movin objects mentally
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
How can I improve my sleep quality using gadgets?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
What did Starbucks and Dunkin' Donuts do wrong in Sweden?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Have you ever regretted not hitting on a older women?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Is there a future where LA's wildfire seasons no longer exist?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“…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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Mothership alien sorceress
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll see you when I get there,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Know your enemies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I never knew my life mattered”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I seen it all in my short life
- 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,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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'”