What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 01:24

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