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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 24.06.2025 01:28

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

“…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”

Why do so many FtM people act like MtF people don't exist and what the hell am I supposed to do as an MtF person?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

If it ain't

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Is depression a cause for always feeling tired?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

Is the saying "nice guys finish last" true? Can good intentions always lead to positive outcomes?

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

What is your opinion? I am 150-152 and I feel short. I’m 15 years old. I feel like this makes me look like a baby and ugly on most clothes.

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Why did it take seven days for troops with helicopters, equipment, supplies, food, and water to be dispatched to southeast storm zones?

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

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The other one don't understand me,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

What are the best Jewish jokes?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

What is the kinkiest thing you and your sex partner have done in bed?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I see lots of pictures of women who have huge clits are they real or what?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Why do our deceased do not protect us from other bad spirits?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Is Russia’s evacuation of navy ships from Syria a sign of declining influence in the Middle East?

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

What are some small, random things that annoy you to no end?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

“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”

Gangbangers that spit slang

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Movin objects mentally

I seen it all in my short life

“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”

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

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Soldier with the gas-mask

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

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

Know your enemies

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Me and my peeps is all trife

If it ain't

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I'll see you when I get there,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

No smile is genuine or real,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

“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”

What does life mean without death?

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

“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'”

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,