Hardest Rap Line

"Faster then a crack head can pawn your shit
willie d will put a foot in you bitch"

actually from a song that is not considered "hard" but i liked that line.

also

"I know this mother fucker pullin me over because of my skin
but the secret is to win so I hold it in
Im yes sir'in, no sir'in but when he pull of hes this
a mother fuckin dick suckin red neck son of a bitch"

willie d

I could have been a little off of the quote for the second one but its pretty close to that.

A couple of my favorite bars from the same song:

Dead Wrong ( With Notorious B.I.G. )

Make up to break up {singing in background} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)


Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
And baby I'm just, dyin to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
Then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong

Im going 2 rip out your heart and then eat your childern

No. wait that was Mike tyson Talking to frank bruno .... He should have been a ganster rapper lol

High4Life said:

Im going 2 rip out your heart and then eat your childern

No. wait that was Mike tyson Talking to frank bruno .... He should have been a ganster rapper lol

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he has a song wit lil wayne
called American Dream
check it out

I Get My Kush From California
Get My Dro From Arizona
I Can Get it cross the boarda
I Got A Ridda Name Winona
And I Be Calmer Than A Somma
Inside Of The Phantom
And it's lookin like a Sauna
And I Still Stay High And I Still Got My Diploma
And I Still Keep The Maggie On Me Like Hommer
And Im Too Sick Man Im Spittin Out A Coma
And Im Still Lettin The Money Pile Like Goma
And I Smoke That Kill, Yall Blowin On Begonias
And I Keep A Fill Of That Grass Like A Farmer
And I Keep That Armor, Try Me And Ill Spin You Around
Ill Be With The Stars And I Aint Talkin Tinsel Town
Thats Right The Present Town, Bitches Tear The Fences Down
Like Prince In Town
Boy I Shits A Pound Of That Purple Rain On The Marvin's Day
You Wit Me Now?
Too High You Can't Set Me Down

Uh...Im so Dipset- Dipsouth Baby,
If you don't like it nigga, Fuck You wit a aids dick,
I hope you die 30 times, nigga murder moms,
No fast talk, Im on that syrup, im on that turpentine
If Killa say the Nigga Dead, then a Nigga Dead
If Stunna say the Nigga Dead, then a Nigga Dead
VIP-We be then niggas bangin in the red,
Dont drink krystile nomore, just pour it on white bitches head,
This aint no Tommy Hilfiger, This that Polo Hoe,
We are the biggest group alive to get that solo doe,
And we gon' get that dough untill they say theres nomore doe,
I smoke that ounce,
I got that bounce,
I got that pogo flow,
Just show a video wit R.Kelly but No Homo though,
Really didn't wanna do it but i fuck wit T, S, and Fat Joe Joe though,
I am a robot and this robot is on overload,
And bitch i always will be hot like im in overcoats,

tech n9ne trapped in a psychos body

Don't you come near me cause the devils sittin' next to me
I drink my drink and smoke my weed and pop my extacy.
Then add some GHB and mushrooms to the recipe, this means
I'm really letting the beast within get the best of me

He popped 15 hits of ex in one night, licked big titts
Had sex with some dikes and he won't use protection
For my erection constantly makin' me get that
Penicillin injection

When I was younger I used to faint at the sight
Of blood, now that I'm older I noticed it ain't at the
Sight of blood now the sight of blood equals the very
First sight of love, menstrual cycles feelin' like you right
At your height of drugs

Bleed 4 me baby angel hart rage fuckin' you makes
Me feel a murderous sensation blood mixed with
Ejaculation cum bustin' bump heads till concussions
After we done fuckin' if I can't get the spirit I've won
Nothin'

awesomeness

If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks,
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks

[x2]

Murderous verses,
Motherfuckers won't even make it to the chorus
They'll find you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest
Anything you can do, I heard it done before, better,
But I can do you in 36 positions
Enter you like the Wu-Tang debut
Now who remains true to the game?
Damn shame it wasn't you
Fools lay claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines
My mind's a porcelain Glock 7 slippin' through the metal detectors
Ready to wet'cha like baptism
It's rap pugilism when I be placin' 208 bones in one zone;
With microphones, I'm like the Blade Runner hunting clones
I "Beat It" like one glove and a bad nose job
With more breathin techniques than Lamaze
Ras still be drinkin' malt liquor brews
And continues the liquidation of crews
Wit' a drunken technique like Shun Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2
See me son, I'm the one sportin' Dolce and Gabbana
Peelin' this bastard's wig back like cradle cap
You ain't no cap peela for rilla
And for who you desire to kill you need more God than Zilla
I breaks'em off like a acrylic nails
Test me but you appear to be Presley (Press Lee) like Priscilla
And still malicious disses, but this is 10% dis, 90% skill
So curses, foiled again like Hershey's kisses
You're so-called vicious, although
How they gonna be a menace when it ain't no men in it?
Oh, they womenaces (with clitorises)
In a new year, a new fear, and I'm nuclear
Let's play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career
I'm a Killafornia B-boy, you like one of Heavy D's boys
Got niggas fallin' off the stage like they was Trouble T-Roy

[Chorus x4]

(Hey, whip these niggas' ass)
Watch me gamble for paradise
And if I gotta pay the price
Easy come, easy go like Eric Wright
'Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade
With a 9800 Module back in the day
They say it takes 5000 to educate, 30,000 to incarcerate
Gimme 5,000,000 in the lottery wit high cholesterol cloggin' my artery
I'm not the boss hogg or the pimp and fuck legalizin' hemp
Keep the profit on the streets
Fuck police on the creep three deep in a silver Caprice
And the black chief of police
No justice, no peace
Verbally, I'm takin off from the baseline
With my nuts in your face like Scottie Pippen
As opposed to flippin' chickens
So kill game like Chris Webber in sudden death
'Cause you callin' for timeouts when you got no time left
On some Highlander shit 'cause, son, there can only be one
And heads is flyin' faster than Ronald serves
Two all-beef patties on a sesame seed bun
Real thorough - duh do do do, duh do duh do do
I wanna give it to you all night long just like the Mary Jane Girls
(AAALLL NIIIGHT LONG!) (LAUGHTER) (Niggas ain't shit!!!)
A bloodstained wall emanates from my nostril
I pull bitches like a hamstring and take out an MC like a tonsil
Forty story buildin's horizontal
Within the confines of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin'
See, every time my lips part it's a million man march
And my heart is a pit with a million skin heads moshin'
Daily I walk through Hell smellin like Chanel but far from frail
I roll with my clique like par-a-palegics
Confrontation conversation, catch-22 exclamations
But the explanation was deeper than a Louis Leaky excavation
Fools, you're makin' peace when the enemy is blaspheme
Guess we got some nuts hangin' in between like a motherfuckin' drag queen
But don't nobody wanna test though, ya niggas is petro
When I put the lead to your head like Destro

[Chorus x4]

A HIP , A HOP, A HIBBY TO THE HOP, YA DONT STOP .........The start of it lol To .. iVE GOT 10 BITCHS, A fast CAR , DRINK CRYSTAL , GOT A CRIB , BLOODS AND CRIPS ,hoe nigga bitch GUNS... SMOKE WEED BLAH BALH BLLAH ,, sONGS TO MAKE ME TOUGH .. SAME OLD SAME OLD What happened to GOOD OLD LIONEL RICHIE .. LOL

THIS LINE HARDER THAN THE BAR EXAM MAN,LOL... I bumbed this song all that summer of 05

Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.
Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp
Lil nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin

MONEY ON MY MIND
MONEY IS ALL I THINK OF

I've been sellin out the same dope house since the age of 16
Shufflin crack like cards, to these burnt out dope fiends
Sellin rock after motherfuckin rock
Seeing cop after motherfuckin cop on the block
Changing face after motherfuckin face
Watchin niggas catch dope case after dope case
Add it up and you'll find more niggas doing time in the pen
Cause he wouldn't snitch on his fuckin friends
And that same motherfucker that didn't go to jail
Wouldn't come and pay his homeboy's bail
But that's the way niggas do you
Caught a case for another nigga and he swear he never knew ya
12 months in the county you done got out and found out
That your homey runs his own dope house
And he ain't gave you shit
Not even a funky ass ounce to get on yo feet that sheisty bitch
And he still calls you family
But I be damned if i'll be kin, to a nigga who ain't payin me
Cause I ain't with that hoe shit
So if you thinkin bout fuckin me, nigga you better try some more shit
Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
Watchin other niggas progress
On the motherfuckin shit I did
But in the 90s', its payback and I ain't takin no shorts kid
Cause life is a bitch
And I ain't that nigga to be broke, while makin another motherfucker rich
So Wise up nigga, get with the program
Cause in this dirty game, you got to wash your own hands
And I got a tech 9
Ready to take mine and what's for me hoe
Yeah, no nuts no glory

Big Mike:

Now I done heard a nigga say they callin me the biggest bitch in Texas
Cause I'm bumming a ride, when I should be drivin Lexus
But you know, i gives a fuck about what niggas say
I handle mine, by handlin shit my own way
I let niggas thinks its cool
To fuck a nigga like me, but they don't know that they psychin fools
See I stay lo-key
Lettin a nigga think he know me, but he really don't know me G
Claiming that we friends
When My little girl is ridin the bus, and his little girl is riding a fuckin
Benz
Whose your friend?
Ask yourself that shit
The only friend I got, is my fuckin pistol grip
Filthy rich I know you love it
I done made your ass fat
And you still talkin bout 25 of a hundred
Be real that shit went out in 86
I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin tricks bitch
You still refuse to give me mine cool
Nigga be that way and I'm gonna handle my business fool
Just like my nigga Snoop Dogg told me
You gotta be down for your shit, why you can homey
Cause you's about to get your ass lit up
Because the fuckin ain't proper and I ain't the nigga that's catchin the
nut
Payback is a motherfucker
Payback is a bitch
But payback is a must when I ain't the nigga that's gettin rich
Cause life ain't but one big chance
And unlike these other motherfuckers
I ain't scared to touch yo bitch ass
Cause if you believe in fuckin niggas, you's a hoe
And the Pita man can't tolerate hoes so you gots to go
Mr. big man, Mr. big nuts
Got everybody thinkin you the shit
But really I'm the motherfuckin one
Now I'm about to grab my shit off the self
And go on a mission, one nigga gettin busy by his damnself
So keep on thinkin you fuckin me
But while you thinkin, I'll be pullin yo fuckin number g
Cause I'm a nigga with no heart and no woes
Gettin down for mine's bitch
No nuts no glory

Mic check 1, 2 on the way to 3rd
Flow sick
Put a straight jacket on my words
So sick they think that somethings in the herb
They think I'm gone
But I'm fine like a woman's curves
My personality is far from your reality
I'm closer to your girl
Now come on hoe don't embarass me
There is no comparising
This right here be kerosene
Carousal, parasail, I'm higher than everything
When I spit you can't drink it like your 17
I can show a million pair of eyes, what they never seen
And I can do this in whatever the weather brings
Picasso couldn't paint a better scene
Colossal!
Now give me the mic and I rock like a fuckin fossil
I'm mad at the track
And I beat it like Hector Comacho
What's poppin, what it do, what's happenin, what's crackin, que pasa?
The hospital, mi casa, su casa
Bad, I'm rad, & these niggas just squares like plaid
And if they're cool then I'm cold
I gets money all day like the toll, bitch!

Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no f**kin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired of this
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

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Dre just lost his 20 year old son, toxicology pending. Damn shame, no new NWA now thats for sure.

Not a lyric, just thought it relivent.

yal should jus make this a "wayne quotables" thread....

damn thats sad about Dre man

Yeah i think Wordsmith great title for him, Just nice to see some real vocabulary in there, beats the hell outta doing the superman.

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