What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 01.07.2025 02:30
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Know your enemies
No smile is genuine or real,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Three months later we run our own caper,
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“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”
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“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”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Mothership alien sorceress
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I seen it all in my short life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do it once, I do it twice,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Movin objects mentally
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I never knew my life mattered”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll see you when I get there,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The other one don't understand me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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'”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you