What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 11:59
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I seen it all in my short life
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I do it once, I do it twice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Do you like wearing short skirts?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What does life mean without death?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why in my 60s do I have a strong desire to suck cock and swallow?
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”
“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”
What does it mean if someone asks if it’s pink?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'll see you when I get there,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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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 sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If it ain't
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
How can someone living alone in their own apartment reduce the cost of their electric bills?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Who designed our DNA structure?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Reveal alien tribal culture,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I never knew my life mattered”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“…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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Know your enemies
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Mothership alien sorceress
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
No smile is genuine or real,
Movin objects mentally
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like