What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 14:25
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
How many books do you read in a week and what are they, could you share one?
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Est ad incidunt reiciendis ut aut.
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“…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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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
How conservative the Japanese people really is? And the government?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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I seen it all in my short life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Why do many men like women's breasts?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
What does life mean without death?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Know your enemies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I never knew my life mattered”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries