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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 21.06.2025 01:01

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

The other one don't understand me,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

How far does good behavior take you in a prison?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

Can you tell me a depressing story?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

When did Elon Musk fall from grace?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

Why don’t people show patriot Donald Trump the respect he deserves? He’s successful in business, politics, and with the ladies.

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

Soldier with the gas-mask

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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Do the British people realize how much American people absolutely despise them?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

Know your enemies

How did Farrah Fawcett die?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

Are LGBT people accepted in Japan?

“…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”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Reveal alien tribal culture,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

Movin objects mentally

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

I never knew my life mattered”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“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”

No smile is genuine or real,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

What does life mean without death?

Gangbangers that spit slang

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

“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

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Mothership alien sorceress

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“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'”

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

If it ain't

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

I'll see you when I get there,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

I seen it all in my short life

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

Who designed our DNA structure?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I do it once, I do it twice,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Three months later we run our own caper,

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

“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”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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”