What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 04:23
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'll see you when I get there,
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck 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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Have you ever dealt with a Christian narcissist?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Me and my peeps is all trife
I never knew my life mattered”
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What does life mean without death?
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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'”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Know your enemies
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I seen it all in my short life
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Movin objects mentally
Soldier with the gas-mask
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats