What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 06:47
“…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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Know your enemies
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The other one don't understand me,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My boyfriend won’t tell me his past and it hurts me so I broke up with him what do I do?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Why do I feel worthless most of the time?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What are some interests in sharing pictures of wives?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
What do you do when you are struggling to fall asleep?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Soldier with the gas-mask
What do you think about wearing sheer pantyhose?
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gangbangers that spit slang
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I never knew my life mattered”
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If it ain't
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What does life mean without death?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I seen it all in my short life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll see you when I get there,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
No smile is genuine or real,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do it once, I do it twice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Movin objects mentally
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Mothership alien sorceress
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Me and my peeps is all trife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Three months later we run our own caper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,