What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 08:05
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Movin objects mentally
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Mothership alien sorceress
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
What does life mean without death?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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“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”
“…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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Is it true that all men want a woman who looks like an Instagram “model”?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The other one don't understand me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I seen it all in my short life
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”
If it ain't
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gangbangers that spit slang
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Know your enemies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'll see you when I get there,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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'”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,