What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 17:51
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Have you ever regretted not hitting on a older women?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
No smile is genuine or real,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I never knew my life mattered”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What does life mean without death?
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Know your enemies
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Mothership alien sorceress
What is it like to experience sleep paralysis?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Three months later we run our own caper,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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'”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I seen it all in my short life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Movin objects mentally
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll see you when I get there,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“…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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The other one don't understand me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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