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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

14.06.2025 00:39

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

My grandmother deeded me her house before she passed last year. Her son still lives there refusing to move. What steps should I take to have him removed?

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

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

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

Atheists who have read the Bible and think that contains immoral things, why do you assume that?

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

What questions will be asked by the executive director of JP Morgan for 6 years of experience in Java? The technical rounds are already cleared.

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I'll see you when I get there,

What's the difference between “ce”, “ça”, and “cela”, and when do I use each (French)?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Do all therapists specialize in one specific type of therapy, or are they trained in multiple types?

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

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

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

Do most narcissists have good intentions as long as you are under their control?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Mothership alien sorceress

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

What are "the new net zero jobs of tomorrow" that SNP's Stephen Flynn says his party would create?

I seen it all in my short life

“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 designed our DNA structure?

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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Laser weapons and ecstasy

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

What was it like being spanked as a kid?

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Is Jesus God almighty?

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Movin objects mentally

What are some cute stories with your crush?

Know your enemies

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Until we realized how to get the real money;

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

“…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”

What does life mean without death?

“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”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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'”

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I do it once, I do it twice,

“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”

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

No smile is genuine or real,

“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”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I never knew my life mattered”

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

If it ain't

Me and my peeps is all trife

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

If it ain't

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,