What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 06:34

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