What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 01.07.2025 13:10
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why did my ex-narcissist move so fast with his new supply marriage engagement moving in, etc.?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What is the scariest thing that ever happened in your life?
I seen it all in my short life
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
What are the best skin care products for girls?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What does it mean if you dream your dad died?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What does life mean without death?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I never knew my life mattered”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Me and my peeps is all trife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Movin objects mentally
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The other one don't understand me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
No smile is genuine or real,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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'”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Know your enemies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you