What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 00:04
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Do you have pics of the wife making out with another guy?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Mothership alien sorceress
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why do some people believe that Homelander would be no match for Superman or Thor?
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
As a guy, how do you know you if you are considered attractive?
If it ain't
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
How do teachers justify punishing a student for fighting back against their bullies?
The other one don't understand me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Is there anything you did that you regret? If so, what is it, and why?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I seen it all in my short life
“…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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll see you when I get there,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Three months later we run our own caper,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If it ain't
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Know your enemies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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 future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Movin objects mentally
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What does life mean without death?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I never knew my life mattered”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,