What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 04:33
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Movin objects mentally
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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I never knew my life mattered”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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“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,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
No smile is genuine or real,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“…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”
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I seen it all in my short life
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What does life mean without death?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The other one don't understand me,
Know your enemies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll see you when I get there,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I do it once, I do it twice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gangbangers that spit slang
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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'”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?