What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 00:33
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What do you wear when you are alone at home?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
How do you fight the push and pull (manipulation) tactic if you want to win him?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What are the most meaningful Jewish jokes that reveal insights about Jewish culture?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why do White people love dogs more than humans?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Why do Democrats never produce a good argument for why Trump was a bad president?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
How can I get my ex-husband to love me again?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why don't some people like the 10 Commandments?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
“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”
Why did my ex-narcissist move so fast with his new supply marriage engagement moving in, etc.?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why do I feel so tired all the time even after a good night’s sleep?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I seen it all in my short life
“…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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
No smile is genuine or real,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll see you when I get there,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Movin objects mentally
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The other one don't understand me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Mothership alien sorceress
Know your enemies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What does life mean without death?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I never knew my life mattered”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”