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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 25.06.2025 01:16

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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What does life mean without death?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

What should you do if a police officer comes to your house and asks for someone who doesn't live there anymore?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

What are the ten cars that make me no longer feel inferior?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Mothership alien sorceress

“…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”

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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“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'”

Have you ever been humiliated in front of a group of girls and enjoyed it?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Does the West have a defense against China's PL17 air-air missile?

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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Movin objects mentally

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

What does success really mean to you? Is it about happiness, money, or something else?

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

Know your enemies

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

The other one don't understand me,

If it ain't

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

No smile is genuine or real,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

If it ain't

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

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

“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”

Soldier with the gas-mask

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I'll see you when I get there,

“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”

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,