What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 02:04
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If it ain't
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why do some men like older women?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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I seen it all in my short life
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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I'll see you when I get there,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Know your enemies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Is Russia now too weak to save the Assad dictatorship in Syria again?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What are the strangest feeding mechanisms found in sea creatures?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“…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”
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What does life mean without death?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Who designed our DNA structure?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Movin objects mentally
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The other one don't understand me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
No smile is genuine or real,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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'”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”