Top 10 Verses For 2008
Wayne im goin in, Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires,
Think you really pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the Vanilli’s in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped,
I get brats who dont give top, (”meaning he gets girls who play hard to give it up”)
I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on,
And I break on anything a nigga take on,
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon,
Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas,
Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line, (Afernee Hardaway)
Plentys in me, any guinea’s wit em bigger than a mini and remind im..
Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep..
She caught by Weezy F, we be the best,
Truely to death prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha
RealTalkNY takes a look at the best and most memorable verses of 2008. If you disagree with the list make sure to comment and what verses are missing are what verses are over/underrated.
Also I want to say Lil Wayne’s verse on, “A Milli,” was pretty random but it was one of the most popular verses of the year so it has to be on the list.
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9. Fabolous – Fuck Em All
I said, Fuck em all motherfuck em all
Cuz I shop so much I smell like da fuckin mall
Its so many guns ain’t no where 2 tuck em all
And you might dodge 1 but let me see you duck em all
No way no how, Shit I kno dat
Almost as much as I kno O.J. a blow trail
I be in da club, Rose’ no smile
Few pretty chicks like ok can we go now
I must be the nigga, I run in ya house
Snatch ya lil russy and diggy
It’s nuffin no biggie
And if I have to I do it myself
I’m feelin like a puff wit no Biggie
Now these joker niggas O.D’n pullin da heaf ledge
So I’m a kill a cow and make sure dat da beef dead
Burger ass niggas, I look further past niggas,
And goover the head, I uncle Murder ass niggas
I say fuck em all, Motherfuck em all
I feel like there’s still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there’s still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this but niggas don’t know this stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and that don’t mean shit
I got the Jesus on the chain man that don’t mean shit
Cuz’ when the Jesus pieces cant bring me peace
Yo I need this at least, uh, one of Russell’s nieces on
I let my nightmares go I put on everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was frontin’ when they knew we was broke
They say damn Yeezy Yeezy you don’t know us no more
You got that big fame homey and you just changed on me
You can ask Big Homey man the top so lonely
I ain’t lyy-iing so lonely I aint lyyy-iing
Let me see what we have tonight what we have tonight
I’m high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashing
lights (flashing lights)
Cuz’ every night, every night
‘Ey Guru, put a lil’ T-Pain on my shit too
Know what I mean? Uh
I put on… (Oh you bout to put on Hov?) G Mix
I don’t need no T-Pain, I got this one, yes
I put Marcy on the map, I put Brooklyn on my back
I put Fab back on the charts, I put Biggie in my raps
I put Nas with Def Jam, I let Diddy do my tracks
I put on for my city that’s a motherfucking fact
I put Mike Jack on stage at Summer Jam Billie Jean
I put Prodigy in his place on that Summer Jam screen
I put Preme in my truck told him leave them streets alone
I predicted jail would happen shit I tried to put him on
All these niggaz taking credit for the work that I put in
If you really put me on put yourself on then
I put miles on that hoopdie
I put hours in that kitchen
Put that on my mama this is fact not fiction
Feds were tryina build a case I was headed for conviction
Til the greatest flow in the world put me on television
I put on for my city so when I’m dead gone
I got one last wish put my Yankee hat on
They must got a death wish
they was on the road to the riches back in the day they got off on the exit
trill disrespect shit
whenever a nigga try to fuck up your investment
its hard to digest it
young niggas don’t want to get punched in they faces
so they keep the burner on, to catch a bunch of cases
these old niggas still think they livin’ in the ’80s
the shawties they knew since they were babies turn crazy
the bitches still holla at anybody
lookin’ like they have a couple dollars
fuck suck and swallow
ain’t nobody winnin’ but everybody can’t lose
dirts still there funeral home ain’t move
going in coming out gang affiliated
rather go back before being humiliated
a black cloud over the hood you can’t escape it
dust smokin’ niggas walk around in the matrix
loyalty is thin, tension is thick
look at a broke nigga’s face when you mention a brick
stick up kids come around, when they sense that you rich
cans of lizzle get lit, when you get hit with a fifth
niggas they used to hoop dreamin’ is now sellin’ the piff
and they still rattin’ but you can’t tell if you stiff
especially when the tek spit, fuck around get your head and your neck hit
lookin’ for a death wish, walk
You go see Weezy for the wordplay,
Jeezy for the birdplay,
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy,
All my verses picture perfect and they meant to serve a purpose, you ain’t living what you kicking and you worthless,
Looking from the surface it may seem that I got reason to be nervous then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it,
Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical,
last thing I’m worried ’bout is what another rapper do,
Ain’t nobody hot as me even if they rap they ass off blast off and have outstanding qualities,
Sell alotta records I respect and salute that,
but spitting real life on hot beats I’m the truth at
You kick it like me no exaggeration necessary,
living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary,
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
flow colder than February with extraordinary swag
Weezy… F… yea, ok
They say I’m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon’ beat Lil Wayne
My name ain’t bic, but I keep that flame boi
Who dat one
Dat do dat boy
Ya’ll knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shhhh
Now you got loose bowels
I don’t owe you like two vowels
But I’d like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I’d rather be pushing flowers,
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
See Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don’t play in the garden and don’t smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many girls like I’m Michael Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me
Man, life, just ain’t life, without me
Hip hop just ain’t hip hop, without me
Young moola baby
2. Jay-Z – Brooklyn Go Hard
I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them
I Jack, I Rob, I sin
Awww man, I’m Jackie Robinson
Except when I run base, I dodge the pen
Lucky me, lucky we, they didn’t get me
Now when I bring the Nets I’m the Black Branch Ricky
From Brooklyn corners, burnin branches of sticky
Spread love, Biggie, Brooklyn, hippie
I pity, the fool with jewels like Mr. T
With no history in my borough, they borrow
With no intentions of returnin, tomorrow
The sun don’t come out for many, like Annie
Half orphan, mama never had an abortion
Papa sort of did, still I managed to live
I go hard, I owe it all to the crib
Now please tell me, what the fuck’s harder than this!!!!
1. Nas – Black President
They forgot us on the block
Got us in the box
Solitary confinement
How violent are these cops?
They need an early retirement
How many rallies will I watch?
I ain’t got it in me to march
I got a semi to spark
The game’s in a droughtPublic housing, projects
Cooking up in the Pyrex
My set, my click
Either getting money
Or running from homicide trial
That’s if they ain’t died yetTrying to be rich
Still I’m pledging allegiance
A predicate felon, a ghetto leader
Lending my poetical genius
To whoever may need it
I bleed this from Queensbridge
Now living with my feet up
Never defeated
So a president’s needed
Y’know these colored folks and Negroes
Hate to see one of their own succeeding
America, surprised us
And let a black man guide us
Hmm missed out on Andre 3000 – Royal Flush & T.I. – Ain’t I remix.
