What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 04:43
“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'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
How can I get thousands of likes on TikTok?
Gangbangers that spit slang
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Mothership alien sorceress
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
No smile is genuine or real,
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If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
How can I improve my sleep quality using gadgets?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Do you think Keir Starmer is the "party of hope" in the UK?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why is Nickelback known to be a bad band?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What does life mean without death?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What are some hard truths that MAGA needs to hear?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I do it once, I do it twice,
What is truer than that which is true?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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 other one don't understand me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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'”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Soldier with the gas-mask
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Movin objects mentally
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who designed our DNA structure?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I never knew my life mattered”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Know your enemies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,