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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 29.06.2025 02:55

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“…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”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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Movin objects mentally

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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Who designed our DNA structure?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

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

What are some things you do for your form of self-care?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Gangbangers that spit slang

When did washing a dog exhaust you very quickly?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

What would have happened if Shin was a good movie instead of a bad one?

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

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

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

No smile is genuine or real,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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The other one don't understand me,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

How do professional musicians handle their equipment during gigs? Do they bring their own or use the venue's sound system?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Mothership alien sorceress

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

What stood as a symbol of Hollywood glamor and elegance?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I seen it all in my short life

Laser weapons and ecstasy

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

“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”

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Know your enemies

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

“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”

“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”

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

What does life mean without death?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Soldier with the gas-mask

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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”

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

If it ain't

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

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

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

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

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'll see you when I get there,

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

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

If it ain't

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',