What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 03:20
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do it once, I do it twice,
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“…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”
Mothership alien sorceress
I seen it all in my short life
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What does life mean without death?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why is the show The Big Bang Theory so hated?
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why do some straight men like to suck dick but don't find other males attractive?
Movin objects mentally
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Can a twin flame runner be happy in a karmic relationship?
Three months later we run our own caper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
No smile is genuine or real,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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'”
I never knew my life mattered”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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
The other one don't understand me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who designed our DNA structure?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Know your enemies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”