What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 07:24
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Laser weapons and ecstasy
How much does a doctor earn in Sweden per month?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Does whey protein affect the kidneys?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Can I know a love story of a medical student?
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
Billy Joel attempted suicide twice and fell into coma after affair with friend's wife - KOMO
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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'”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The Tyrese Haliburton Conundrum - The Ringer
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If it ain't
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Three months later we run our own caper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Megyn Kelly: Meghan Markle's Pregnancy Post Disrespects Childbirth - TheWrap
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Margaret Cho: Ellen DeGeneres 'Not Nice to Me for Most of My Career' - Variety
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Common blood pressure drug slows aging and boosts lifespan, even in older animals - Earth.com
Who designed our DNA structure?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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The other one don't understand me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“…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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
I seen it all in my short life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll see you when I get there,
Mothership alien sorceress
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Know your enemies
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I never knew my life mattered”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger