What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 00:07
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What does life mean without death?
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If my lovely sister sleeps with my boyfriend, what should I do about her?
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Gangbangers that spit slang
“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'”
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Quidem dolorum id soluta eius id maxime quas.
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Know your enemies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“…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”
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I seen it all in my short life
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I never knew my life mattered”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If it ain't
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
No smile is genuine or real,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Movin objects mentally
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If it ain't
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Soldier with the gas-mask
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,