What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 04:48
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Three months later we run our own caper,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“…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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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Movin objects mentally
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
How often should you forgive someone for hurting you? At what point should you cut ties?
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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”
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Mothership alien sorceress
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'm 35. What's the quickest way to grow my hair as long as females?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
As a woman, what would be you response to a male friend’s offer of a full body massage?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Me and my peeps is all trife
What does life mean without death?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Soldier with the gas-mask
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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'”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
No smile is genuine or real,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The other one don't understand me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Know your enemies
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If it ain't
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I seen it all in my short life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,