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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

12.06.2025 03:15

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

Have you ever secretly watched someone while they were doing something private?

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

What is your favourite true story to tell at a party?

“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'”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Why are white women not interested in dating Asian men? Are they not attractive to you at all?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Movin objects mentally

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

If you cloned 12 Michael Jordan's and 12 LeBron James' and had Team Jordan vs. James, which team would win the most games?

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

If it ain't

The other one don't understand me,

Can you tell me something about yourself?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I'll see you when I get there,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

Soldier with the gas-mask

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

Three months later we run our own caper,

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“…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”

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

Me and my peeps is all trife

“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”

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Know your enemies

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

“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”

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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”

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Mothership alien sorceress

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“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”

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

I never knew my life mattered”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

What does life mean without death?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

If it ain't

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

Who designed our DNA structure?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

No smile is genuine or real,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

I seen it all in my short life

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”