What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 00:11
Gangbangers that spit slang
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What is the sum of X+XX+XXX+XXXX?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What are the best Jewish jokes?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Is it true that most women like alpha males?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The other one don't understand me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why do you allow your cat to lie in bed with you?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Is there anything you did that you regret? If so, what is it, and why?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I always feel very tired after I do some exercises, even after a night's sleep. What's the problem?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why do very skinny girls get more male attention if it is true that men like curves?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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'”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What does life mean without death?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll see you when I get there,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I never knew my life mattered”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
No smile is genuine or real,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Know your enemies
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“…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'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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