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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 19.06.2025 09:07

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

What do you like the most about black people?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why do people see porn pics when they can watch porn videos instead?

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

“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'll see you when I get there,

When does a woman know she is cumming?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

Why do some straight men like to suck dick but don't find other males attractive?

The other one don't understand me,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

What's the most sordid activity you've ever seen or heard about at a bachelorette party?

If it ain't

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Who designed our DNA structure?

Know your enemies

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

What does life mean without death?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Movin objects mentally

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

“…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”

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

If it ain't

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“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”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I seen it all in my short life

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

“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'”

I do it once, I do it twice,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I never knew my life mattered”

“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”

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

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