What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 00:59
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I seen it all in my short life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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”
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“…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”
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Three months later we run our own caper,
No smile is genuine or real,
Has anyone ever worn leather pants? Are they comfortable?
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What are the 10 things you regret doing in your life?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What does life mean without death?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Mothership alien sorceress
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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'”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Me and my peeps is all trife
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Movin objects mentally
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I never knew my life mattered”
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