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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 29.06.2025 01:01

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“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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If it ain't

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

How do you handle family members who ask for handouts?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Why do I keep dreaming of my mom, who recently passed away from cancer, still being sick and in pain?

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

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

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“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”

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“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 access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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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,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Who designed our DNA structure?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

What K-pop song would be good for Halloween?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Why do unattractive men assume that a pretty woman like me want them?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

If it ain't

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

What does life mean without death?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I seen it all in my short life

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“…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”

Know your enemies

Movin objects mentally

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“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”

Gangbangers that spit slang

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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