What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 02:51
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The other one don't understand me,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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
I feel like my boyfriend doesn't love me. Why?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Can a bride cheat on her groom at a wedding?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What do you think about wearing sheer pantyhose?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Gangbangers that spit slang
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
No smile is genuine or real,
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Know your enemies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I never knew my life mattered”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What does life mean without death?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Movin objects mentally
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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'”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I seen it all in my short life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'll see you when I get there,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“…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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Mothership alien sorceress
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,