What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 01:42
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Does the color purple really exist? - Live Science
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The Forgotten History (and Slippery Science) of Canola Oil - Eater
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
How do I cancel WFG Life insurance?
Mothership alien sorceress
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Are seed oils really bad for you? - BBC
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'll see you when I get there,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Stock futures inch lower to kick off start of the new trading month: Live updates - CNBC
No smile is genuine or real,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why do you think there is growing support for far-right parties in Europe?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I seen it all in my short life
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why do some mothers hate their daughters especially when they're the eldest?
Who designed our DNA structure?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Credo Stock Rockets On 'Impressive' Beat-And-Raise Earnings Report - Investor's Business Daily
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
“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”
If you have curly hair, when should you brush it?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Julio Rodríguez addresses robbery at his home - MLB.com
Me and my peeps is all trife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Movin objects mentally
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What does life mean without death?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“…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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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'”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I never knew my life mattered”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Soldier with the gas-mask
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The other one don't understand me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Know your enemies