What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 12:32
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I seen it all in my short life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Until we realized how to get the real money;
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Movin objects mentally
When you have seven hours to kill, what should one do?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What does life mean without death?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
“…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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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'”
Soldier with the gas-mask
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do it once, I do it twice,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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'll see you when I get there,
I never knew my life mattered”
Who designed our DNA structure?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Know your enemies
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it