What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 10:27
If it ain't
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
How terrible are we at making future predictions of like technology?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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The other one don't understand me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I never knew my life mattered”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What have you learned from your parents' mistakes?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Three months later we run our own caper,
What was Meghan Markle's reaction to the meeting between Prince William and Taylor Swift?
What does life mean without death?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Movin objects mentally
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll see you when I get there,
Mothership alien sorceress
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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'”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do it once, I do it twice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Me and my peeps is all trife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I seen it all in my short life
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Who designed our DNA structure?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Know your enemies
Gangbangers that spit slang
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“…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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,