What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 06:02
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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No smile is genuine or real,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What are you struggling with in your life? What would you like to have instead?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Have you ever been humiliated in front of a group of girls and enjoyed it?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Know your enemies
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Why do many women wear sleeveless shirts, more so than men?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I seen it all in my short life
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Gangbangers that spit slang
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
How are you spending your best time?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If it ain't
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Soldier with the gas-mask
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Movin objects mentally
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I never knew my life mattered”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“…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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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'”