What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 09:51
I do it once, I do it twice,
Gangbangers that spit slang
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Know your enemies
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Can you share a picture of your favorite outfit and explain why you love it?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
No smile is genuine or real,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Why did my crush like me for only two days in a row?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Do you enjoy cheating on your spouse? If so, why?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Can relationship issues cause depression?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“…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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Mothership alien sorceress
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
I never knew my life mattered”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
What does life mean without death?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Movin objects mentally
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll see you when I get there,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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 odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I seen it all in my short life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Three months later we run our own caper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The other one don't understand me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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?”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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'”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,