What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 04:46
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Are there any nude pictures of women with big tits?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What does life mean without death?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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The other one don't understand me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Are you afraid of being alone?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Movin objects mentally
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll see you when I get there,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Why would an older small breed dog become obsessive about hygiene?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“…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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Know your enemies
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Who designed our DNA structure?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gangbangers that spit slang
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Mothership alien sorceress
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I never knew my life mattered”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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'”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I seen it all in my short life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do it once, I do it twice,
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Laser weapons and ecstasy