What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 15:57
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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“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 thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Does any other guys get turned on by dick pic makes you lick lips because you what to suck?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Soldier with the gas-mask
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
How many women have accidentally pooped their pants and became turned on afterwards?
“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'”
Movin objects mentally
“…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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Is LGBTQ destroying the world?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Is anyone else losing complete respect for the US at this point?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The other one don't understand me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Mothership alien sorceress
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who designed our DNA structure?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If it ain't
No smile is genuine or real,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Know your enemies
What does life mean without death?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I seen it all in my short life
I'll see you when I get there,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,