What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 03:14
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“…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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I never knew my life mattered”
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Who designed our DNA structure?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why is dating so frustrating and difficult for a guy?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Do you have any opinion on Japanese writer/actor Yukio Mishima?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why are Republicans such intolerant people?
Gangbangers that spit slang
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Why is there no evidence of a multiverse theory?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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“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'”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What is the naughtiest fantasy that you've lived out?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What steps can be taken to track down a scammer and determine their location?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What is a narcissist grandmother like, with her grandchild?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The other one don't understand me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Me and my peeps is all trife
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What does life mean without death?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Mothership alien sorceress
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Know your enemies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I seen it all in my short life
Movin objects mentally
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'll see you when I get there,