What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 00:14
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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Soldier with the gas-mask
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
How does a 45-year-old man get a girlfriend?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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Mothership alien sorceress
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Do you have any fantasies you are ashamed of?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I seen it all in my short life
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What does life mean without death?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Know your enemies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I do it once, I do it twice,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll see you when I get there,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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'”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Movin objects mentally
No smile is genuine or real,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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,
“…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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,