What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 09:29
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Know your enemies
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
Is dating in college necessary? Why and why not?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What are some tips for balancing chores, work, and family life as an adult with children?
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I seen it all in my short life
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Have you ever seen your wife being fucked?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I do it once, I do it twice,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Soldier with the gas-mask
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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 never knew my life mattered”
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
No smile is genuine or real,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Mothership alien sorceress
“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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“…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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The other one don't understand me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'll see you when I get there,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,