What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 00:46
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“…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”
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“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
How do I overcome attachment issues?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What are some cute picnic ideas for a romantic date?
I never knew my life mattered”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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'”
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Is CPA affiliate marketing real or a scam?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Why is it common for guys to sleep with 10-20 women then marry a good girl?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Movin objects mentally
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'll see you when I get there,
The other one don't understand me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gangbangers that spit slang
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I seen it all in my short life
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What does life mean without death?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
No smile is genuine or real,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Mothership alien sorceress
Know your enemies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”