What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 08:15
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Is there a way to use men’s hair gel that doesn’t make your hair dry and crunchy?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Know your enemies
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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Movin objects mentally
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
How does a 45-year-old man get a girlfriend?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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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”
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Mothership alien sorceress
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Soldier with the gas-mask
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I seen it all in my short life
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I do it once, I do it twice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck 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'”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What does life mean without death?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I never knew my life mattered”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'll see you when I get there,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The other one don't understand me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,