What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 00:26
No smile is genuine or real,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
“…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”
I seen it all in my short life
How can I easily get rid of my writers block?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
As an atheist don't you really feel fear for committing sins which are not violating national laws?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Gangbangers that spit slang
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
What do you love doing for fun?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who designed our DNA structure?
Do married men know when their wives are having affairs?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Movin objects mentally
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
When was the first time your wife had beastiality?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What are the causes of over sweating?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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'”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Three months later we run our own caper,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I never knew my life mattered”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Know your enemies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
What does life mean without death?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
“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”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,