What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 04:09
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Why were the Japanese soldiers in WW II so hesitant to surrender in battle?
Three months later we run our own caper,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If you caught a shoplifter at your yard sale, how would you handle it?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why do I sweat (mostly on face) when I eat usually spicy food?
No smile is genuine or real,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Did Obito ever fully redeem himself in everyone's eyes?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The other one don't understand me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What was the worst spanking you got growing up?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Know your enemies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Soldier with the gas-mask
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What does life mean without death?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Mothership alien sorceress
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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'”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I seen it all in my short life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'll see you when I get there,
Movin objects mentally
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“…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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,