What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 06:22
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What is your biggest mistake or regret?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Three months later we run our own caper,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“…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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What are the best products for oily skin in Pakistan?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
What are some examples of a threat to democracy in India?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What does life mean without death?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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'”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The other one don't understand me,
I never knew my life mattered”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Know your enemies
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I do it once, I do it twice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'll see you when I get there,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,