What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 05:22
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Me and my peeps is all trife
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Do straight guys like to see cocks?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I never knew my life mattered”
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If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Three months later we run our own caper,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Veritatis voluptatem autem enim similique quo quasi magnam tempora.
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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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
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
“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”
Know your enemies
Gangbangers that spit slang
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“…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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I seen it all in my short life
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
No smile is genuine or real,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If it ain't
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
What does life mean without death?
Movin objects mentally
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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'”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll see you when I get there,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Mothership alien sorceress
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The other one don't understand me,