What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 01:25
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What's a memory from your childhood that shaped who you are today?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Movin objects mentally
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Is anal sex allowed in Islam? It's not written anywhere in the Quran whether it's forbidden or not.
Gangbangers that spit slang
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
What is your favourite true story to tell at a party?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why do I smell bad even though I have good hygiene?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
How do you write lyrics for a song that resonates with listeners?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The other one don't understand me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'll see you when I get there,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If it ain't
“…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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
I seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If it ain't
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Me and my peeps is all trife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I never knew my life mattered”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Know your enemies
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”