What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 01:10
I seen it all in my short life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
How many women have accidentally pooped their pants and became turned on afterwards?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“…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”
Do people really have sex with animals?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
What does life mean without death?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I never knew my life mattered”
What was the worst decision you ever did?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who designed our DNA structure?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If people in the UK hate Trump so much, why does he own golf courses there?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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'”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'll see you when I get there,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gangbangers that spit slang
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Know your enemies
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
No smile is genuine or real,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The other one don't understand me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Movin objects mentally
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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I do it once, I do it twice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Mothership alien sorceress
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Me and my peeps is all trife