What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:44
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why do I want to give up on men?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Gangbangers that spit slang
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Know your enemies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Is there a possibility that we are living in a simulation and that there is a concept of rebirth?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Mothership alien sorceress
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
How do great movie moments influence how people handle real-life moral dilemmas?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I seen it all in my short life
The other one don't understand me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Why can’t the British eat or drink anything unless they place a table cloth on the table first?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What is your favourite summer outfit? Why?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
What does life mean without death?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Soldier with the gas-mask
No smile is genuine or real,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
Three months later we run our own caper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll see you when I get there,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who designed our DNA structure?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife