What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 06:57
No smile is genuine or real,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why should you never do drugs? Will this story absolutely shock you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“…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”
Why can't hot girls date ugly guys? I am ugly but I want an attractive girlfriend
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I seen it all in my short life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why do almost all the girls on Quora look beautiful?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Mothership alien sorceress
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What is your craziest college sex story?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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'll see you when I get there,
How can I handle my distrust and jealousy for my partner?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The other one don't understand me,
Movin objects mentally
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If it ain't
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Know your enemies
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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'”
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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What does life mean without death?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I never knew my life mattered”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Three months later we run our own caper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,