What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 01:06
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Why do so many people like life?
Movin objects mentally
Gangbangers that spit slang
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Why did Obito, a supposed "bad person," do good things for Kakashi?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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'”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who designed our DNA structure?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'll see you when I get there,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“…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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
What does life mean without death?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The other one don't understand me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Mothership alien sorceress
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Know your enemies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I seen it all in my short life
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dead astronauts, pyramids