What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:28
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I do it once, I do it twice,
Can you share a story of someone who had a lucky experience while hitchhiking?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Know your enemies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Can you tell me a depressing story?
Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Why is every human messed up in some way?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Until we realized how to get the real money;
What does life mean without death?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Hello I am 17 year old boy and I am interested in transgender why?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Mothership alien sorceress
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Is Matt Gaetz qualified to be Attorney General of the United States?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
What are some signs he is deeply in love with you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Why does cocaine makes me want to dress up and get fuck
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The other one don't understand me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why do men cheat on their wives with someone extremely unattractive?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Three months later we run our own caper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I never knew my life mattered”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“…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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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'”
“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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I seen it all in my short life
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'll see you when I get there,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,