Favorite verses from your favorite rapper(s)

[Juggalo Fred]

 

[AJtheOne]

Kendrick murked this

 

[Juggalo Fred]

Kendrick murked this

Not as much as Shaggy murked this

 

[ManBearPig]

Jay-Z- No Hook.




Jay-Z snapped on that whole shyt.

 

[AJtheOne]

Fif went in on this



when a hard head nikka head open, he soft
I provide these services, we breaking them off
I'm a familiar face from the land of the lost
I used to be a worker bee, now a nikka a boss
It's like every now and then I'm back to being a Mechanic
I split a nikka head, I'm a grease monkey with it
My Momma told me "Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us"
The dope bought us shyt the food stamps couldn't get us
Man, they don't understand, we were just trying to make it
But where I'm from if you want shyt, you got to take it
I'm a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles
My Tre pound will cut a nikka down on the str-id-eets (streets)
I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas
But once over a bytch a nikka tried to kill me
I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi
You asking about Nedgme, they know me



nikkas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten nikkas up
I lost my path in the dark, I'm lighting nikkas up
I'm in the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball
Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those?
I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt
A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall
I say "Get'em!" they get to killing like I'm running the court
Then get down with these around. The hulks in your throat
This is not amateur night and this ain't the Apollo
Ain't nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow
Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming
So if you want for me that homicide, I'm gunning

 

[dappadonna]

RANSOM


REDMAN on "Got my mind made up"

 

[ManBearPig]

Corners become monuments for the dead
Candles on the pavement, postcard read
Rest in peace, the yellow tape blockin' off the streets
A baby mama yellin at the police
But you don't understand
You figure that we're just a bunch of nikkas but the picture here's a story untold
Y' see this wasn't in our plans
Babies from the late 80s wasn't born crazy, we was raised that way
Put that Malcom X book down then raise that K
Complete chaos when we off x pills and St. Ides
Look the devil in the face, from a sane eye
Cast the spell on you like Akeelah and the Bee
Every killer in the street is a teen with a corrupted, mind
Substance, time, is no longer an issue
We don't have it, so pass the tissue
Then close the casket, kiss the momma when you can
And tell her you understand, but you don't understand

 

[AJtheOne]

Cole snapped on the 2nd verse

 

[HustlerOfVirginiA]

My flesh, no nikka could test, my soul is possessed
By D'evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses
The Exorcist, got me doing sticks like "homie
You don't know me but the whole world owe me, strip!"
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fukking life
So now I'm down for whatever ain't nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me
Liquor's invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me
I can't be held accountable, D'evils beating me down, boo
Got me running with guys making G's, telling lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showers
Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'evils

 

[TooLazyToMakeUp1]

X's verse on Life is What you make it

Everyday shyt, around the way shyt got me stressed )
So i keep on the vest in case a nikka wanna test
I got no time for games cause I'm all grown up
You wanna joke nikka? laugh when you get blown up
See how funny it is when your kids aint got no father
Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor
shyt is hectic so respect it for your health
Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shyt
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shyt
Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night
Now what? (what) realize that you ain't got shyt
Not long ago you was the man on some hot shyt
So just peep the flow yo, cause you already in this
Make sure your shyt is right kid and handle your business

Jay on the last 2 verses on Threat

Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack nikkas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
For the oil in your car lift up your hood nikka run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I'a Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
... y'all nikkas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
In your upper level, valet a couple strays
From the .38 Special, nikka, God bless you


When the gun is tucked, untucked, nikka you dies
Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I {*silencer shot*} 'splay the 7
Put you on the nikka news, UPN and 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
[Two silencer shots] that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci wit it, friend
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again

 

[Black Cac]

Entire verse on this


And this verse


Happy Halloween

 

[Tha_Mac]

Cam'ron verse 3 from Get It In Ohio

I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
My 12 and 12 -- well, they carry my bricks
And them 12-12 fiends, they're married to sniff
And the V12, that's on various trips
Y'all make a brother laugh, me I took another path
Come into my habitat, hovercrafts, bubble baths
Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math
I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose
Pull out the rat-tat-tat
Duck duck, say goose
Beige coupe, suede roofs, send him up to Jesús (Jesus)
H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troops
See me, then they don't, I disappear, say, "poof"
Play Zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth
Not Pac, mean dust when a nikka say, "juice"




Cam's first verse from Cookin' Up

Red slippers, red robe, red kitchen
Red stove, red pots, one in the head cocked
One the on the feds probe, red stools, red inf
Red floor, your all fakers red couch
Red crystal red pepper and salt shakers
The red room, red curtains, its summer squish
Show some respect what you expect thats a hundred inch
Telescopes binoculars the feds hate my vernacular
From sellin coke im proper docked that means im spectacular
They bitin like tyson, worse than that dracula
Ya moms buy heroin wit no hands im smackin her
Let me make it plain,since Dana Dane I made it rain
Now in the strip club the Benjies turn to paper planes
I'm Killa, you Andre Miller, got a basic game
I told ya bytch to hurry up, we don't wait for trains
I'm Derek Jeter, cause I'm in between the base my mane
And thats on Lennox, 7 for 8th ace of kings
Silencers on calibers would do it louder bro
Sledge hammer, smash his melon im the black Gallagher
You know I dump mine on fake nikkas, one time
Wack bytches, rat snitches, my life's a punch line
I spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded, vicious cars
Tha hoes, ask Joe, we audition ours
I hope you make the cut, pop ya puss, move ya butt
Ruger up, think we from Houston we done screwed her up

 

[AJtheOne]

Banks spitting game as usual




Aye! Know your role
Get anything out me? No, you won't
I hope my player stole your hope
Anymore game I'm going overdose
Jerry Tarkanian, I'm supposed to coach
Money train on my poster ho
Way too cool, can't push a button
Banks around, you got no control
Relax and let it go
That girl wants to be bad. Don't let her, yo!
You still want to keep that? Incredible!
That's negative feedback, forever bro
I'm chasing greenbacks and envelopes
You only care about status
Probably see zeroes in the bed with her
High maintenance with no standards, damn
It's a shame you're so regular
Don't hog the lane on my cellular
Don't be difficult, we ain't dating
Better stay in line with the editor
Hawaii, 5 trips ahead of ya
Oh? You're on cloud nine? She say jump, you ask "how high?"
Weekend fukk to a nikka like me
P-I-M-P till the day that I die
You buying the boots and I'm taking them off
Keeping her hair then I'm fukking it up
Turning her out as she's spilling the guts
Won't lead her on, the feeling's too much
She thinks I'm the one but there can't be no us
I met you a stray, there can't be no trust
The lifestyle fills up your panties with lust
Spare me the amateur stuff
Look, you happy now?
Your homegirl found a way to track me down
Telling all your problems to grimy ears
Playing for the crowd is exactly how
She's 10 times more nasty now
Caught in a walk with her ass all out
Then you'll be here all alone
The nikka all the bad ones ask about
All black cruising, my casket route
In my throwback, full classic bout
Short on time, I smash then count
Them whores ain't mine, I pass them out
You ain't even got to ask me
My game catchy, no free rides here, better get a taxi
You don't think I know how this shyt going to go?
Chasing a musician, end up with an athlete
shyt! I'm both
Got'em on a track meet
Ran all day, made love on a bad knee
Vixen with an an ass in the avi
Victims from the pad to the valley
Fiction, once if she ever had me
Listen, let my only speak once
I had teams since the nineties
Switch rosters every three months
I'm the one they can't figure out
You're the one that they chump, chump
You paying the bills and got another nikka in the house
She don't know what she want, yup
You fukked around and got tricked by a criminal
I gotta to skip to the front
You don't turn your back
She probably looking a nikka now
Tell them hoes keep up
Tell them hoes keep up

 

[AJtheOne]

Cam'ron verse 3 from Get It In Ohio

I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
My 12 and 12 -- well, they carry my bricks
And them 12-12 fiends, they're married to sniff
And the V12, that's on various trips
Y'all make a brother laugh, me I took another path
Come into my habitat, hovercrafts, bubble baths
Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math
I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose
Pull out the rat-tat-tat
Duck duck, say goose
Beige coupe, suede roofs, send him up to Jesús (Jesus)
H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troops
See me, then they don't, I disappear, say, "poof"
Play Zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth
Not Pac, mean dust when a nikka say, "juice"

I always liked the opening line

thinkin bout Guy Fisher, never met him but got damn that's my nikka

 

[Tha_Mac]

I always liked the opening line

thinkin bout Guy Fisher, never met him but got damn that's my nikka

That's Cam to me.