What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 01:23
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I never knew my life mattered”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Why am I so afraid that gun owners have set traps to kill me outside my house or my car?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
How does growing up in chaos affect a child as they become an adult?
The other one don't understand me,
Movin objects mentally
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Why cant I motivate myself to go to school (grade 10)?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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What does life mean without death?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
No smile is genuine or real,
Me and my peeps is all trife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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'”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Know your enemies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Mothership alien sorceress
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll see you when I get there,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“…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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Soldier with the gas-mask