What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 03.07.2025 00:05

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

What kind of person does a narcissist hate?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Me and my peeps is all trife

I never knew my life mattered”

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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Can the effects of hormone replacement therapy (HRT) be reversed?

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Why can’t Trump campaign on the real issues facing America rather than insulting the character of VP Harris? Does MAGA actually believe this tactic will work?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

The other one don't understand me,

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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Why is Joe Biden so vocal about supporting Ukraine's defense against Russia?

“…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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

How can one learn to talk frankly?

“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'”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Voluptate ea explicabo culpa.

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Ok, so this is a question seeking an answer to clear up whatever gymnastics are in my head. I'm a moderately attractive guy, sincere heart, genuinely looking to love another, established. Why don't women that I'm attracted to, want me back?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

I'll see you when I get there,

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

Movin objects mentally

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“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”

Soldier with the gas-mask

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

If it ain't

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I do it once, I do it twice,

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

No smile is genuine or real,

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

Mothership alien sorceress

Gangbangers that spit slang

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“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”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I seen it all in my short life

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“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”

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Know your enemies

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

Who designed our DNA structure?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

What does life mean without death?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

If it ain't

Three months later we run our own caper,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“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”