What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 06:36
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
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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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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'”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
How do you handle family members who ask for handouts?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Why are leftist movements so popular among young people?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The other one don't understand me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Is it right to visit any shrine or tomb in Islam?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What made you recently say to yourself, “Wait. Really?”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Three months later we run our own caper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
What does life mean without death?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I seen it all in my short life
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'll see you when I get there,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Movin objects mentally
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Know your enemies
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“…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,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Mothership alien sorceress
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If it ain't
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I never knew my life mattered”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,