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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

12.06.2025 04:45

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

The other one don't understand me,

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Why do narcissists want to hurt your feelings, even after they discard you?

Know your enemies

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My son is possessed, now he has psychosis. Can someone help me?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

I'm very sick. 72 years old. I thinking I'm losing my mind. My dead friend told me it's going to be okay. I could feel him. There is more…I don't know what but more.

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

What does life mean without death?

Why do I feel like I want to suck a big dick after injecting meth?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I have been married for 34 years, and I found out my wife lied, and cheated a lot back before we got married. Does she not change, or is it possible she is still a cheater?

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

I never knew my life mattered”

What caused the stock market to crash?

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

“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”

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“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'”

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Soldier with the gas-mask

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

If it ain't

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

If it ain't

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Three months later we run our own caper,

I seen it all in my short life

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can 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”

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

“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”

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Movin objects mentally

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Mothership alien sorceress

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“…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”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

No smile is genuine or real,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

I'll see you when I get there,

Who designed our DNA structure?

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

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 I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Gangbangers that spit slang

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,