What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 02:27
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Three months later we run our own caper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The other one don't understand me,
“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'”
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Is it possible for the AfD to ever win the chancellorship in Germany?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I seen it all in my short life
Repellat quod recusandae rerum adipisci deleniti.
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“…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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
No smile is genuine or real,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
If it ain't
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Mothership alien sorceress
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I never knew my life mattered”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Know your enemies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What does life mean without death?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe