What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 09:30
I never knew my life mattered”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
When was the first time your wife had beastiality?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Can you share something that captivates you, whether it's an idea, a discovery, or an invention?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“…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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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If a narcissist can't feel remorse, can they ever feel regret for an evil act after going to rehab?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Me and my peeps is all trife
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What blowjob techniques do you use for your man to cum inside your mouth?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I seen it all in my short life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Who designed our DNA structure?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Laser weapons and ecstasy
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'll see you when I get there,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What does life mean without death?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Movin objects mentally
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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'”
No smile is genuine or real,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
Know your enemies
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,