What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 12:24
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
What is the kinkiest thing you and your sex partner have done in bed?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Why does cocaine makes me want to dress up and get fuck
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Movin objects mentally
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'll see you when I get there,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I want to have anal sex, but my wife refuses. What do I do?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What does life mean without death?
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Mothership alien sorceress
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Do women like watching men sucking men?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What type of fish is best for fish tacos?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
Know your enemies
I do it once, I do it twice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The other one don't understand me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Gangbangers that spit slang
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I seen it all in my short life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
No smile is genuine or real,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“…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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Three months later we run our own caper,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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'”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Me and my peeps is all trife
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?