What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:46
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What is the nastiest thing you had your wife do and she loved it?
“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'”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
No smile is genuine or real,
“…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”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Know your enemies
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
What is the most inappropriate experience you have had with a friend's daughter?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Is Matt Gaetz qualified to be Attorney General of the United States?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why should the law care about what I do behind closed doors?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Is it considered rude to comment on someone's weight? Is it simply stating a fact?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
What does life mean without death?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What should I do if I love a girl and she apparently doesn't love me?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The other one don't understand me,
Has anyone shared his wife with a friend? How was it?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Movin objects mentally
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'll see you when I get there,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I seen it all in my short life
Gangbangers that spit slang
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,