What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 08:37
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Do you suck dicks with no reciprocation?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The other one don't understand me,
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Why do good-looking men date homely women?
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'll see you when I get there,
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Soldier with the gas-mask
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What does it mean when someone is pretending to be me?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Why are Indians so influenced by the Western culture, when the Indian tradition has so much to give?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why do you think Filipinos are conservatives?
“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,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Has anyone shared his wife with a friend? How was it?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I seen it all in my short life
Three months later we run our own caper,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Know your enemies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gangbangers that spit slang
Movin objects mentally
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“…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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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 future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What does life mean without death?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I never knew my life mattered”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
No smile is genuine or real,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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