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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

12.06.2025 06:42

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

How do I cope with the fact that I will never have a girlfriend?

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

“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,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Do you have any fantasies you are ashamed of?

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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Laser weapons and ecstasy

I never knew my life mattered”

I do it once, I do it twice,

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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

What does life mean without death?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Why can’t Trump campaign on the real issues facing America rather than insulting the character of VP Harris? Does MAGA actually believe this tactic will work?

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Is it okay for a wife who comes home from a date to tell her husband what she did?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Soldier with the gas-mask

Mothership alien sorceress

What kind of lights would you like to use for your home decor?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Why would you think you're fit to be a model?

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

If it ain't

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

“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”

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Until we realized how to get the real money;

If it ain't

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

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

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

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

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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I seen it all in my short life

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

“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”

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Movin objects mentally

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Who designed our DNA structure?

The other one don't understand me,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“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'”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

Know your enemies

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

“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”

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