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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 21.06.2025 02:51

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Atque sapiente quis aspernatur.

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

What does life mean without death?

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Could some kind lady post me a photo of her hairy spread pussy? It has become extremely difficult to find new amateur photos and I would be infinitely grateful.

Who designed our DNA structure?

I never knew my life mattered”

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

“…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 is evolution such a controversial topic?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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“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”

Movin objects mentally

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Why do entitled people demand that I pick up after my doggo when he goes to the bathroom? Do they not know that doggy doo decomposes & feeds the plants?

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

What transforms the philosophical intellect?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“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”

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

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

If it ain't

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Soldier with the gas-mask

I'll see you when I get there,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

“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”

No smile is genuine or real,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I seen it all in my short life

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Mothership alien sorceress

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

If it ain't

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“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”

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Know your enemies

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

“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'”

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

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