What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 23:45

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