What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 20:15
“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”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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No smile is genuine or real,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What do you do to make yourself sleep early?
The other one don't understand me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What should every American know before traveling to the UK?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Can you share 100 facts about yourself?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I never knew my life mattered”
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Know your enemies
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why do Muslims invade Western society?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I seen it all in my short life
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Gangbangers that spit slang
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Three months later we run our own caper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“…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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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'”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Who designed our DNA structure?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Mothership alien sorceress
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll see you when I get there,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What does life mean without death?