What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 00:01
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Soldier with the gas-mask
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Three months later we run our own caper,
“…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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Quo adipisci nostrum sunt ut ducimus quaerat sit quaerat.
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gangbangers that spit slang
How can a person develop advanced brain power?
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Can shaving hair by Veet in our vagina cause diseases?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll see you when I get there,
Why would Hugh Grant cheat on Elizabeth Hurley?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Know your enemies
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The other one don't understand me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do it once, I do it twice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I seen it all in my short life
Mothership alien sorceress
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
No smile is genuine or real,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Movin objects mentally
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I never knew my life mattered”
What does life mean without death?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,