hiphop Verse Of The Year Thread AKA "DUDE WENT IN"

[M.Dot]

long ting coming, PURE FIRE, THE WINNERBETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW, THEN AN ANGEL YOU DONTMY MOTHER WANTS TO SEE ME CHANGE, BUT I WONTAFTER YEARS OF NEGLECT, SHE LEFT ME WITH A HUNGER PAIN IN MY GROWTH,WHEN I WASNT ABLE TO COPE, IN THE RAIN WITH NO COAT,LEFT IN FOSTER CARE WITH STRANGERS AND FOLKS,AND NO LOVE, AND HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO MANTAIN I WAS BROKEI SPENT YEARS IN AND OUT OF THE PEN, I SHED TEARS ON THE ACCOUNT OF MY FRIENDSTHAT FELL VICTIM TO THE STREETS, REST IN PIECEYOUR NEVER FORGOTTEN, I SAY UR NAME, WHEN I PRAY MY SALAAT NOW, UR SAFE WITH ALLAH NOWI FEEL AS YOUR STILL LOITERING THE STREETS, I HEAR VOICES WHEN I SLEEPI HEAR NOICES WHEN I CREEP, WERE PORVERTY DRIVEN AINT GOT ANY CHOICE IN THE STREETSWE GOTTA KEEP FLIPPING, THATS WHY ALL MY BOYS ARE IN PRISONIM TRYNA SCAM WHERE THE P'S ARE AT!WITH A BOTTLE OF LIQUOR, FAG, AND A WEED SACKITS ALADIN THE STREET RATOR KID GULLY, I DONT KNOW WHERE IM COMING FROM, I DONT KNOW WHERE IM GOING TOOI JUST KNOW WHAT IM SHOWING YOU, SPIT THE BEST THAT I CAN, MAKE U UNDERSTAND WHAT IM GOING THROUGHGUTTA KIDS UNDERSTAND MY PAIN COS THEY KNOW IT TOO, ALWAYS UNDER PRESSURE FROM DAWNBECAME SHREDDED AND TORN, FROM ALL THE TIMES I HAD TO WEATHER THE STORMTHATS WHEN THE KID FROM THE CELLER WAS BORN.............*breathes in*WITH THE AMBITIONS OF A RIDERTHE KID IS A SURVIVOR, A WHOLE WEEK I COULD LIVE OFF OFF OF A FIVERI GOT BIG ISSUESWASNT FAR FROM SELLING THE BIG ISSUE, MY HEART FEELS AS IF ITS BEEN DWELLING AMONGST IGLOOSYOU DONT KNOW WHAT PAIN IS IM SERIOUS FRIEND,THE ONLY EVER TIME U FELT HURTWAS THE LAST SERIES OF FRIENDSARRRGGHHuk street music >>>

leave the tune names!

Come on bruvva, you said it urself.

[n/a]

long ting coming, PURE FIRE, THE WINNERBETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW, THEN AN ANGEL YOU DONTMY MOTHER WANTS TO SEE ME CHANGE, BUT I WONTAFTER YEARS OF NEGLECT, SHE LEFT ME WITH A HUNGER PAIN IN MY GROWTH,WHEN I WASNT ABLE TO COPE, IN THE RAIN WITH NO COAT,LEFT IN FOSTER CARE WITH STRANGERS AND FOLKS,AND NO LOVE, AND HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO MANTAIN I WAS BROKEI SPENT YEARS IN AND OUT OF THE PEN, I SHED TEARS ON THE ACCOUNT OF MY FRIENDSTHAT FELL VICTIM TO THE STREETS, REST IN PIECEYOUR NEVER FORGOTTEN, I SAY UR NAME, WHEN I PRAY MY SALAAT NOW, UR SAFE WITH ALLAH NOWI FEEL AS YOUR STILL LOITERING THE STREETS, I HEAR VOICES WHEN I SLEEPI HEAR NOICES WHEN I CREEP, WERE PORVERTY DRIVEN AINT GOT ANY CHOICE IN THE STREETSWE GOTTA KEEP FLIPPING, THATS WHY ALL MY BOYS ARE IN PRISONIM TRYNA SCAM WHERE THE P'S ARE AT!WITH A BOTTLE OF LIQUOR, FAG, AND A WEED SACKITS ALADIN THE STREET RATOR KID GULLY, I DONT KNOW WHERE IM COMING FROM, I DONT KNOW WHERE IM GOING TOOI JUST KNOW WHAT IM SHOWING YOU, SPIT THE BEST THAT I CAN, MAKE U UNDERSTAND WHAT IM GOING THROUGHGUTTA KIDS UNDERSTAND MY PAIN COS THEY KNOW IT TOO, ALWAYS UNDER PRESSURE FROM DAWNBECAME SHREDDED AND TORN, FROM ALL THE TIMES I HAD TO WEATHER THE STORMTHATS WHEN THE KID FROM THE CELLER WAS BORN.............*breathes in*WITH THE AMBITIONS OF A RIDERTHE KID IS A SURVIVOR, A WHOLE WEEK I COULD LIVE OFF OFF OF A FIVERI GOT BIG ISSUESWASNT FAR FROM SELLING THE BIG ISSUE, MY HEART FEELS AS IF ITS BEEN DWELLING AMONGST IGLOOSYOU DONT KNOW WHAT PAIN IS IM SERIOUS FRIEND,THE ONLY EVER TIME U FELT HURTWAS THE LAST SERIES OF FRIENDSARRRGGHHuk street music >>>

leave the tune names!

Come on bruvva, you said it urself.

[AwKwaRD]

CASSIDYU NIGGAS AINT READY TO DIE U READY TO TELLTHATS WHY MY SQUADS READY TO RIDE AND READY FOR JAILTHEY GIVE U EVERY SHELL IN THE K (AK) A COUPLE ROUNDS FOR THE PIPE, MAKE IT SOUND LIKE INDEPENDANCE DAYAND I CAN TALK THE GUN sh*t CUZ I DONE sh*tMY NICKNAME SHOULD BE DIORREHA I RUN sh*tIVE SEEN NIGGAS GUN SPIT OVER DUMB sh*tI GOT A BITCH NAMED NINA U CAN CUM KISSWHEN IT COMES TO THIS GUN sh*t IM THE MAN SONNIGGAS SHOULD GONNA SHOW ME RESPECT CUZ I DEMAND SOMEI PLAY WID BULLETS BOUT AS BIG AS MY DAMM THUMBAND I'LL SPIT THE A.R HANDGUN TILL MA HAND NUMBIM NOT A HYPOCRITE AND SPIT sh*t I NEVA DIDIMMA SPIT ABOUT IT WHEATHER ITS POSITIVE OR NEGITIVEDONT GET ME WRONG I PUT SONGS THAT ARE CONCIOUS OUTBUT I'LL GRAB THE THOMPSON AND BLOW YOUR CONCIOUS OUTf*ck ORFFFFIM WINNER

[Thizz]

f*ck OFF.THAT FABULOUS VERSE, THAT CASSIDY ONE & THE GAME ONE WERE ALL SWAG.

[Bobby Reds]

If Weezy had said dem bars you wud be sayin the opposite alie

[Agony]

f*ck OFF.THAT FABULOUS VERSE, THAT CASSIDY ONE & THE GAME ONE WERE ALL SWAG.

Especially the Fabolous one.

[Removal Man]

i beg people actually say who wrote wotthis dont mean sh*t to me if i cant check that track afterwards

[Bobby Reds]

sh*t real, I know how baggin a whole brick feel big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels my chicks real, with the menage in tip drills gimme a massage, yeah show me how them lips feel i shinin cause im grindin on the strip still and I grip steel still keep the clips still everything I spit real everything I spit ill everything I spit sick, for real aint sh*t switch aint sh*t changed, like rick james im rich bitch get change big chain the wrist glist I'm with Game, I'ma make cake like bisquick my album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip dont say sh*t bitch, cause niggas wit the lip get er'y one in the gun til it go click click then I'ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste palm over my forearm so i can shoot straight im bout to make it hard to eat like toothaches my flow dope like i go in the booth and shoot base duece duece the skates in the coupe great im not broke i cop coke by the suitcase my boots laced i got base and them white keys bout to cop a convertible crib, like ice t's and that ice on your sleeve thats light cheese I spend a 100 g's a year on white tees Cassidy - aim for the head

[Numero001]

That Fab one was a joke, that UK one was serious though.I need to get me somma dat, 'cause thats some old NY sh*t

[Young £]

long ting coming, PURE FIRE, THE WINNERBETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW, THEN AN ANGEL YOU DONTMY MOTHER WANTS TO SEE ME CHANGE, BUT I WONTAFTER YEARS OF NEGLECT, SHE LEFT ME WITH A HUNGER PAIN IN MY GROWTH,WHEN I WASNT ABLE TO COPE, IN THE RAIN WITH NO COAT,LEFT IN FOSTER CARE WITH STRANGERS AND FOLKS,AND NO LOVE, AND HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO MANTAIN I WAS BROKEI SPENT YEARS IN AND OUT OF THE PEN, I SHED TEARS ON THE ACCOUNT OF MY FRIENDSTHAT FELL VICTIM TO THE STREETS, REST IN PIECEYOUR NEVER FORGOTTEN, I SAY UR NAME, WHEN I PRAY MY SALAAT NOW, UR SAFE WITH ALLAH NOWI FEEL AS YOUR STILL LOITERING THE STREETS, I HEAR VOICES WHEN I SLEEPI HEAR NOICES WHEN I CREEP, WERE PORVERTY DRIVEN AINT GOT ANY CHOICE IN THE STREETSWE GOTTA KEEP FLIPPING, THATS WHY ALL MY BOYS ARE IN PRISONIM TRYNA SCAM WHERE THE P'S ARE AT!WITH A BOTTLE OF LIQUOR, FAG, AND A WEED SACKITS ALADIN THE STREET RATOR KID GULLY, I DONT KNOW WHERE IM COMING FROM, I DONT KNOW WHERE IM GOING TOOI JUST KNOW WHAT IM SHOWING YOU, SPIT THE BEST THAT I CAN, MAKE U UNDERSTAND WHAT IM GOING THROUGHGUTTA KIDS UNDERSTAND MY PAIN COS THEY KNOW IT TOO, ALWAYS UNDER PRESSURE FROM DAWNBECAME SHREDDED AND TORN, FROM ALL THE TIMES I HAD TO WEATHER THE STORMTHATS WHEN THE KID FROM THE CELLER WAS BORN.............*breathes in*WITH THE AMBITIONS OF A RIDERTHE KID IS A SURVIVOR, A WHOLE WEEK I COULD LIVE OFF OFF OF A FIVERI GOT BIG ISSUESWASNT FAR FROM SELLING THE BIG ISSUE, MY HEART FEELS AS IF ITS BEEN DWELLING AMONGST IGLOOSYOU DONT KNOW WHAT PAIN IS IM SERIOUS FRIEND,THE ONLY EVER TIME U FELT HURTWAS THE LAST SERIES OF FRIENDSARRRGGHHuk street music >>>

leave the tune names!

Come on bruvva, you said it urself.

Kid Gully - Freestylewill up it tommorro as its on my phone aint got the wire hear

[Young £]

The first is weezy2nd is either jr or 40 calmy one is weezy

what tune?

[bayy]

sh*t real, I know how baggin a whole brick feel big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels my chicks real, with the menage in tip drills gimme a massage, yeah show me how them lips feel i shinin cause im grindin on the strip still and I grip steel still keep the clips still everything I spit real everything I spit ill everything I spit sick, for real aint sh*t switch aint sh*t changed, like rick james im rich bitch get change big chain the wrist glist I'm with Game, I'ma make cake like bisquick my album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip dont say sh*t bitch, cause niggas wit the lip get er'y one in the gun til it go click click then I'ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste palm over my forearm so i can shoot straight im bout to make it hard to eat like toothaches my flow dope like i go in the booth and shoot base duece duece the skates in the coupe great im not broke i cop coke by the suitcase my boots laced i got base and them white keys bout to cop a convertible crib, like ice t's and that ice on your sleeve thats light cheese I spend a 100 g's a year on white tees Cassidy - aim for the head

that verse wernt this year.

[Bobby Reds]

yoyoyo my bad yo

[Scorpzz]

young money I beg you up the young spray tunes that you got them verses from.

[CRLS AGAIN]

I'M SOO HOOODLUDACRIS SHOULD'VE BEEN ON THE ORIGINAL VERSIONI'M TOO MASH TO TYPE THE WHOLE THING

[meeko]

Juelz Santana & Lil Wayne- Get at these niggas[Juelz Santana:]Ay yo Weezy--you ready to get at these niggas, man?[Lil Wayne:]You already got em[Lil Wayne:]I do what the f*ck I wanna come from the corner they call (what?)Apple and Eagle where your mama didn't want you at all (yep!)Packing them heaters in the heat of the morningStrapping them kilos in that seat of that Honda--we armored!Back in the geo-quarter key was the normalJack a nigga if they hurtin--not believing in karma butwhat if they armed and what if they ready to shoot?We strap up! Shut the f*ck up! And dippity DO what we gottaWho we gottaWhen we gottaIt's murder murder mur murder murder--don't think about it!One thing about it: them niggas hoes--they aint about it!Complain about it but ain't around it (shame on 'em)I gain honor: fame, power, money, bitchesMore problems and more guns--simple addition!PLUS, I got choppers on the hoghomie on bed rest head doctor on CALLI got a masseuse who'd rather seduce MENow everytime she hear my name she salute ME!Bitch nigga do YOU 'cause I know Imma do MEBorn from New Orleans--you gon have to shoot ME![Juelz:]The streets my heart--I love her to the coreBut she just like a bitch, man she f*cking with the lawSo, I'm strapped up never coming in the rawMagnum when I'm coming through the door with some 4s (ya know)And I ain't talkin condoms, nigga, I'm talkin 45 palm a nigga, launch a nigga (back!)Send him back home with his back blown to the point where you can see his back bone stickin out!I stick it out when it's drop time, tooMake it work like the first--I'm about mines dude (ya know)I get it crackin--I'm about my movesDon't step on these Gators--I'm about my shoes (boy!)And you don't want me to step out my shoes and step out my groove and let out my tools!The hammer kill--the hammer will make you stop, drop and roll like you slipped on a banana peelLive by the code and honor (honor) the code!Stop snitchin, be a man and ya honor your roleI stick by the stove, when I'm on it--it's on!You see that coke turn to oil it's on--nigga it's on!You see that hard base and the water is soft!Gimme that ice lemme show you it's on--nigga it's on!I'm sellin heavy things, down to everything! Bricks, half quarts, I got everything--ya digg? AYE![Lil Wayne:]Come equipped with them sizzlers for the blizzard!Here's a sick sickle for you and your lil niggas!Elz, Imma get em--they bitches they just bitchesJust bought a new glock for the shots and the triggerShots through the driver side--that mean the driver diedCar crash kill the passenger--double homicide!We in all black like AmistadThey call my crew old school 'cause we walk around with 99smillimeters! red dot find the spot!head shot!body drop!two fingers I'm out!Gunslinger Hollygrove! Fireman, kinda hot!Tie yo ass up and leave ya body in the loadin docksNew Orleans rollin rot! Syrup in the soda pop!I can get rich all I need is a stoveAnd I'll stand over that bitch til them thangs get swoleAnd I'll work that corner in the heat of the cold! I'm GOOD!

f*ck OFFTHE WHOLE SONG IS f*ckEDHOW CAN I ONLY HEAR IT FOR THE 1ST TIME THE OTHER DAYBEG SOMEONE UP THIS FOR ME

how can anyone think them lyrics are good

[kg307]

Ransom - This is the familyWhere the f*ck is all these niggas saying ran isnât hotI damage the blockI scramble like randall w/ rocksIâm the nigga in the gambling spotCracking throats and drinking liquorYou still got to hand me the guapIâm in the kitchen w/ the pans and the potsRazor on the plate trying to figure out how many grams Iâma chopFamily or not some niggas making plans w/ the copsTrying to figure out how to make this animal stopWho these niggas trying to take downBreak down, tre pound, 8 roundsHe ainât feeling nothing from the waist downSplit up lit up he ainât never going get upThereâs only one legend aliveThe rest you got to dig upYou acting like itâs hard to roast yaHop creep in your crib and put your brains on your barkley posterGot no time to be boxing aroundGot the ox and the poundIâll leave you in a box in the groundGot the keys to the game and we locking it downUnderwater w/ the sharks and we not going drownGot the orders from the narcs they still watching this townIâm copping the pound ainât no stopping us now my nigga

[Thizz]

YEH THAT RANSOM VERSE IS BIG.

[Scorpzz]

You had my heartand we'll never be world apartMaybe in magazinesbut you'll still be my starBaby cause in the DarkYou can see shiny CarsAnd that's when you need me thereWith you I'll always shareBecauseWhen the sun shinesWeâll shine togetherTold you I'll be here foreverSaid I'll always be your friendTook an oathI'mma stick it out 'till the endNow that it's raining more than everKnow that we still have each otherYou can stand under my UmbrellaYou can stand under my Umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)Under my umbrella(ella ella eh eh eh)Under my umbrella(ella ella eh eh eh)Under my umbrella(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

[Thizz]

YOUNG MONEY I BEG YOU UP THEM UK TUNES.

f*ck YOU, I DON'T CARE,AIN'T A NIGGA THAT I WON'T AIR WHUDDUP YEAH,f*ck FIGHTING FAIR, NIGGAS IS GETTIN JUMPED,BULLETS IS GETTIN DUMPED,NIGGAS IS GETTIN PUMPEDWUDDUP IT'S THE D BLOCK BOYS,SHOTTY TIED TO MY LEG THAT'S WHAT I B-BOP FOR,AND I'LL MASSACRE YA HEAD AN YA NECK,PEEL OFF IN THE TEAL COLOURED ACURA NSX,I GOT FOR HITMEN FOR HIRE BUT I WORK FOR MYSELFIF I WANT A NIGGA DEAD THEN I'LL MERK 'EM MYSELFWHEEZE THEN PUFF LET IT DRIP FROM ITSELFI'M A SOLDIER EVEN THOUGH IM A BOSS,AND IF YOU WANT 5 NIGGAS DEAD THEN YOU KNOW I'M THE SOURCE,WE'RE FAR FROM A MAGAZINE,HAVE NIGGAS AT THE FUNERAL LIKE "DAMN THEY HIT GOD WITH A MAGAZINE"WHEN YOU f*ck WITH P IT'S LIKE GARGLING GASOLINE

I'M SICK OF THE ACTING,CHITTING & CHATTING,YAPPING YOU AIN'T NEVER LIVED WHAT YOU RAPPING,I'M LAUGHING,YOU WOULD SWEAR I ITCHED HOW I'M SCRATCHING,IT'S CASH AND YOU DON'T SEE I'M SLICKER THAN SATIN,RELAXING,LIT DOING TRICKS IN THE ASTON,NO RENTED MY V'S GET WHIPPED LIKE THE JACKSONSWHEN I'M PASSING,GLIST ON THE PLATINUMWATCH FULL OF BOOGERS MY WRIST NEED A NAPKIN,MR. MANHATTAN,CLICKING & CLACKING,CLAPPING,TURN ANY LITTLE FRICTION TO FRACTIONBLASTING AT ANYONE WHO WITNESSED WHAT HAPPEND,MASHING,HAVE 'EM PAYING TRIPS THROUGH THE CHAPLINI'M A CAPTIN GET USED TO THIS PRICK,YOU AIN'T JORDAN YOU MAGIC YOU USED TO BE SICK,YOU USED TO BE IT,BUT LATELY YA BEST sh*t BEEN SOUT,YOU WASHED UP LIKE YOU JUST STEPPED OUT THE SHOWER,FRESH OUT WITH POWDER,YES YOUR A COWARD,I LAY UP IN THE DUPLEX STEPS FROM THE TOWERS,PAID FOR SHITTING ON THE REST OF YOU BROWSERS,MAD PIFF BAD BITCH SEX ME FOR HOURS,GET YA SWAGGER RIGHT CROOK I'M HEAT,GOT A HOOD PASS FOR ANY LITTLE HOOD TRY CREEP,TRYNA JOOKS MY PIECE? YOU'LL BE COOK FRIED MEAT,STRAIGHT JUMPING IN THE GRAVE LIKE YA TOOK MY SEAT,CAPICE?I AM MADE QUEER, KEEP ME A APE NEAR,THAT'LL SQUEEZE AN LEAVE YA ASS DEEPER THAN SHAKESPERE,YOU PRICKS AIN'T IT,I SPIT STRAIGHT PIFF,BOW TO THE HEAD HONCHO OF THIS MIXTAPE sh*t.

[Fly Boy]

Your click trip clips spit get ya strip wetI got the rubber grip smith in my rich sweatPlaya haters talkin bout they gon get freckIm in the lam sunk lower than a ship wreckThey call me bar4bar cos i spit the better linesThe white bitch got me rich like federlinef*ck a g-pack I'll show you how to re-crackYou get it soft and then you rock it like T-MacFreck Billionaire>>>>________________

[Thizz]

SEND ARNNNNNNNNNNN HIS MIXTAPE FAM.

[FreeMason]

ONLY ONCE THE DRUGS ARE GONEI FEEL LIKE DYING.