What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 03:24
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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Know your enemies
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Assumenda assumenda cum ducimus iste enim eos dolores molestiae.
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
How old is planet Earth? Is it 4.5 billion years old or 6,000 years old?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
How does the brain decide "what" thought to attach to a feeling?
Soldier with the gas-mask
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
No smile is genuine or real,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I seen it all in my short life
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll see you when I get there,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gangbangers that spit slang
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I do it once, I do it twice,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“…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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I never knew my life mattered”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Who designed our DNA structure?
The other one don't understand me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
Movin objects mentally
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,