What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 10:53
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
When did women stop wearing bonnets in North America?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What were some of the unforgettable incidents from your school life?
The other one don't understand me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
What does life mean without death?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Too often, Black patients get late diagnoses of deadly skin cancer - The Washington Post
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I want to have anal sex, but my wife refuses. What do I do?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Kuorans can you write a sad story about kpop?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Why are you a Muslim? Why is it Islam for you and not something else?
“…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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I seen it all in my short life
What is one harsh truth about people's opinions on TXT?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
No smile is genuine or real,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Movin objects mentally
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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'”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Three months later we run our own caper,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Mothership alien sorceress
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Know your enemies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll see you when I get there,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who designed our DNA structure?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I never knew my life mattered”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like