What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 02:19
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I never knew my life mattered”
I see lots of pictures of women who have huge clits are they real or what?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Which one is better to guys, boobs or butt?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why do I smell bad even though I have good hygiene?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
How can we become the best humans? How can we trust each other?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Mothership alien sorceress
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why is there so much free porn on the internet?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Are Turks ashamed of their Islamic heritage?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
How do people develop stage 4 cancer without noticing until it’s too late?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Who is the most dangerous or evilest person of all time?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
How do you take your erotic photos and how do you choose the poses?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Movin objects mentally
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What does life mean without death?
What are some downsides to living in Newfoundland and Labrador (besides the weather)?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Me and my peeps is all trife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Know your enemies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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'”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Three months later we run our own caper,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'll see you when I get there,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I seen it all in my short life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I do it once, I do it twice,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The other one don't understand me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“…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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,