What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 01:08
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Soldier with the gas-mask
No smile is genuine or real,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'll see you when I get there,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Do Indian guys like African girls?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Eum et amet quam est autem adipisci distinctio.
I seen it all in my short life
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Has anyone been spanked by their parents after becoming an adult?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What is the most gay experience with your dad?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gangbangers that spit slang
Until we realized how to get the real money;
What's an uncomfortable truth you've learned to accept?
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Eum sit ipsam ut animi distinctio rerum omnis praesentium.
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“…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,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Movin objects mentally
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Mothership alien sorceress
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The other one don't understand me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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'”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
What does life mean without death?
I never knew my life mattered”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Know your enemies