What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 04:47
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'll see you when I get there,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Why do people procrastinate and how can they stop?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Three months later we run our own caper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I do it once, I do it twice,
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why are daughters mean to their mothers?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Why do men like BBW? What is the attraction?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Mothership alien sorceress
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
No smile is genuine or real,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Movin objects mentally
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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'”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“…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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The other one don't understand me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I seen it all in my short life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What does life mean without death?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Until we realized how to get the real money;
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,