What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 01:14
If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Why do many women in Turkey prefer to date blacks as a lover?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
How can people balance religious beliefs with seeking professional mental health care?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The other one don't understand me,
What is your opinion about homosexuality? Do you think that it is by nature or a choice?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Movin objects mentally
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'll see you when I get there,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What does life mean without death?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
If it ain't
Me and my peeps is all trife
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I never knew my life mattered”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I seen it all in my short life
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gangbangers that spit slang
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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'”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
No smile is genuine or real,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“…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”
Mothership alien sorceress
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions