What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 04:42
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What is one thing which you cannot stop however hard you try?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why do some women squirt and some don't?
Who designed our DNA structure?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Has anyone ever worn leather pants? Are they comfortable?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What are some questions obviously just asked for sexual gratification?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why do I sweat between my legs all the time, top off my legs, all way down?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why am I attracted to older men?
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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 like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Why do Indian guys love Russian girls?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why do some films seem to date/age so badly?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Movin objects mentally
The other one don't understand me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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'”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'll see you when I get there,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Mothership alien sorceress
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Soldier with the gas-mask
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Know your enemies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“…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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What does life mean without death?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I never knew my life mattered”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,