What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 05:45
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What is the American mobile phone number format?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I never knew my life mattered”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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'll see you when I get there,
Why is the covert narcissist actively avoiding me when they see me everyday?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Is the saying "nice guys finish last" true? Can good intentions always lead to positive outcomes?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why won't my mom let me come home if I'm homeless?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
What happened to your school bully?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Mothership alien sorceress
What does life mean without death?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Is there anything wrong with me because I'm still single?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
How do women feel when they are in love?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“…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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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The other one don't understand me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I seen it all in my short life
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”