What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 07:14
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What does life mean without death?
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
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“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why doesn’t the UK change their flag?
I seen it all in my short life
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll see you when I get there,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“…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,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I never knew my life mattered”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Know your enemies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Me and my peeps is all trife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Movin objects mentally
The other one don't understand me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Soldier with the gas-mask
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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'”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gangbangers that spit slang
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”