What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 04:37
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Gangbangers that spit slang
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“…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”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Are Indian youths conservative or liberal?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Mothership alien sorceress
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
What are some good sunscreens for a teen with oily skin?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
What's the importance of promotion in marketing?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll see you when I get there,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
Is the 4B movement's aggressiveness against men for seeing women as mantelpieces valid?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I seen it all in my short life
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I never knew my life mattered”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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'”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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?”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I do it once, I do it twice,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
What does life mean without death?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Movin objects mentally
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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 sister's cute but she got no gear,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Know your enemies
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,