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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 20.06.2025 00:20

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Are there any nude pictures of women with big tits?

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

What are some hard rock or heavy metal bands that are overrated?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

Isn't it a turn on to have sex with a girl in a skirt or in a tight spandex?

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

Why do Americans and foreigners alike describe the USA as prudish? Why do I see nothing prudish about the USA society? USA feels like one of the loosest countries although Americans claim to be very reserved.

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Can you tell me something about yourself?

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

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

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

What would you do if you found out that someone had broken into your home while you were sleeping?

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

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

Know your enemies

What happens to single guys when they get older?

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Biotech pauses trial after second patient death linked to gene therapy - The Washington Post

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

How has your life changed since starting college?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Who are the archers in Genesis 49:23?

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

What are some cool confidence hacks?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

What would explain Trump blaming Ukraine for starting the war with Russia?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Why can't flat-Earthers create an agency like NASA to explore Earth to prove it is flat? What's preventing them from doing so?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Movin objects mentally

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

How does the narcissist react when he realizes you no longer care?

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Why are people with Asperger syndrome unenthusiastic?

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

“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'”

“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”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

“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”

No smile is genuine or real,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I seen it all in my short life

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“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”

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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”

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

If it ain't

What does life mean without death?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I never knew my life mattered”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

If it ain't

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I do it once, I do it twice,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“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;

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,