What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 05:24
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What is your wildest experience in Bangalore that you haven’t told anyone?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why is every human messed up in some way?
“…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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What does life mean without death?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I seen it all in my short life
How is a narcissist likely to handle situations when confronted with hard truths about themselves?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What are some tips for balancing chores, work, and family life as an adult with children?
No smile is genuine or real,
Mothership alien sorceress
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I do it once, I do it twice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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'”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Movin objects mentally
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Soldier with the gas-mask
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll see you when I get there,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The other one don't understand me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Know your enemies
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I never knew my life mattered”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues