What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 16:04
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What do women talk about mostly(among themselves)?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
An AIDS orphan, a pastor and his frantic search for the meds that keep her alive - NPR
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Hometown hero: Suárez soaks up the spotlight in Mexico City - NASCAR.com
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Israel says it killed 9 Iranian nuclear scientists, and braces for attacks from Iran - NPR
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Don't you think Democrats are so full of it stool softener and an enema couldn't help them?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
What are some of your shocking stories?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
How much stronger is an average man than an average woman?
Me and my peeps is all trife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Mothership alien sorceress
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll see you when I get there,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I never knew my life mattered”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Know your enemies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The other one don't understand me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“…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”
Movin objects mentally
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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 seen it all in my short life
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What does life mean without death?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If it ain't