What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 04:16
I'll see you when I get there,
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”
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The other one don't understand me,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why is it difficult to get a job?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Movin objects mentally
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“…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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Know your enemies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I seen it all in my short life
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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'”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Me and my peeps is all trife
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I never knew my life mattered”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What does life mean without death?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies