What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 05:15
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why do people love to live alone in a house?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What life lesson did you learn the hard way?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Have husbands and wives ever had a threesome with someone in real life? How did it happen?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Do you wear tights for warmth or to make your legs look better?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I never knew my life mattered”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Where do high school kids get weed from?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What does life mean without death?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Know your enemies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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'”
The other one don't understand me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
I seen it all in my short life
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
“…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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,