What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 01:19
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Why do men prefer women below the age of 30?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why does Rahul Gandhi have so many haters?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The other one don't understand 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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What are some tips for balancing chores, work, and family life as an adult with children?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I seen it all in my short life
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Does centrifugal force teach us about gravity?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“…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”
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why do I sometimes hear full conversations when I am alone?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I never knew my life mattered”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Have you worn a tight black mini skirt?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Know your enemies
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What does life mean without death?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Movin objects mentally
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Mothership alien sorceress
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Soldier with the gas-mask
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
No smile is genuine or real,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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'”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you