What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 02:09
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Have you ever gone to a porn theater with your wife?
I do it once, I do it twice,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The other one don't understand me,
If gays can get married, why can't I marry my dog or a cheeseburger?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If it ain't
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Can you turn 150 pages into a 5 minute presentation before a meeting?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
How much gold is there in the world? - Live Science
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
How do I build muscle easily with isometrics?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
No smile is genuine or real,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What factors contributed to The Beatles' bitterness?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
How can I fall asleep fast at night?
What does life mean without death?
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 very next day while I'm off to class,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Who designed our DNA structure?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Three months later we run our own caper,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Mothership alien sorceress
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I never knew my life mattered”
I seen it all in my short life
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“…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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Movin objects mentally
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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'll see you when I get there,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Know your enemies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face