What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

How would you feel about your husband allowing a mutual friend to see you naked and exposed to show off your pussy?

If it ain't

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

I never knew my life mattered”

How can I stop drinking?

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

This Demonized Carb Is Actually Great for Longevity, According to a Doctor and RD - Yahoo

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

As Kamala Harris weighs a run for governor, some Democrats are moving on - The Washington Post

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

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

“…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”

Does the Lil Wayne song ‘Lollipop’ refers to a Lollipop sweet or a metaphor?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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”

Is it true that Jehovah's witnesses once thought the world would end in 1975?

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Neuroscientists find individual differences in memory response to amygdala stimulation - PsyPost

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Do conservative white women like black men?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Why do narcissists and especially covert narcissists always play the victim?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Incredible auroras delight stargazers in New Zealand photo of the day for June 2, 2025 - Space

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“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”

When did you realize that your childhood was not normal?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Movin objects mentally

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I seen it all in my short life

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

“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”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

If it ain't

“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'”

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

What does life mean without death?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

The other one don't understand me,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Who designed our DNA structure?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Mothership alien sorceress

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

“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”

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Know your enemies

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

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