What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Do you consider yourself pretty?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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My sister's cute but she got no gear,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

What are some funny stories of people calling 911 for non-emergencies?

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I never knew my life mattered”

Why can't ugly women date hot guys? I know a woman who wants a hot BF but people would just laugh at her and ask her "what can you bring to the table for him?", isn't that messed up?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

Do older men realize that younger women usually do not prefer them?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

If you caught a shoplifter at your yard sale, how would you handle it?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“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”

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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Movin objects mentally

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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

Can I use the LEG PRESS to build muscle?

I do it once, I do it twice,

What does life mean without death?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Is it wise to SECRETLY expose a narcissist by telling others that he/she is a covert narcissist?

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

“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”

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

I seen it all in my short life

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

If it ain't

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

“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”

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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

The other one don't understand me,

“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'”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“…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”

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Know your enemies

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

If it ain't

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

No smile is genuine or real,

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