What Is Game's Greatest Verse? (Poll Up, Please Vote)
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That one where he mentioned Dre, Pac, & NWA
Natural Born Sinners
Active Member
I'll go with the First verse of "My life"...
Hater Hearst Helmsley
I AM THE GAME
Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed
Tight grip on the Escalade pole
Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll
Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44
Gun smokin' like Suge cigar
Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car
If that thing come out, its murder she wrote
If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat
Nigga, we do this everyday
Llamas under the thermal, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J
Beat niggas ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
Knock a nigga out on the ave today
Bring the mack ya way me and Santana
Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway
Westside blood-gang, niggas know what I'm about
And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out
Certified gangstas
Tight grip on the Escalade pole
Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll
Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44
Gun smokin' like Suge cigar
Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car
If that thing come out, its murder she wrote
If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat
Nigga, we do this everyday
Llamas under the thermal, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J
Beat niggas ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
Knock a nigga out on the ave today
Bring the mack ya way me and Santana
Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway
Westside blood-gang, niggas know what I'm about
And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out
Certified gangstas
Ghetto starr
Active Member
Have it or love it last verse
Used to see five-oh, throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin with 5-0 it's all startin to make sense
My moms happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on shop money to lamp, sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
when there's kids starvin
'Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know "What's Goin' On" like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion?
I love you ma
Used to see five-oh, throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin with 5-0 it's all startin to make sense
My moms happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on shop money to lamp, sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
when there's kids starvin
'Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know "What's Goin' On" like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion?
I love you ma
they won’t let me post the full verse from 400 bars
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mryounggun
OG
1st Verse on 100:
Niggas called me to set you up
Want me to come and wet you up
'Cause you a out of town
Nigga like Biggie heard about the shit with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
I got LA unified, you're better off committing suicide
Teachers ain't testin' us
See I know how it feel to be platinum plus
Niggas is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up
Tat you up, but it's OVO blood money
Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
Dark fame is a mothafucka
Do a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifth
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny's house
Leave you lyin' like Fif'
How a nigga supposed to love you niggas?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
Dre told me not to trust you niggas
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas
Just walk around the crib like
Why a nigga can't live? Get this money, fuck these bitches though
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical
This my city, nigga everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up
Niggas called me to set you up
Want me to come and wet you up
'Cause you a out of town
Nigga like Biggie heard about the shit with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
I got LA unified, you're better off committing suicide
Teachers ain't testin' us
See I know how it feel to be platinum plus
Niggas is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up
Tat you up, but it's OVO blood money
Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
Dark fame is a mothafucka
Do a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifth
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny's house
Leave you lyin' like Fif'
How a nigga supposed to love you niggas?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
Dre told me not to trust you niggas
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas
Just walk around the crib like
Why a nigga can't live? Get this money, fuck these bitches though
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical
This my city, nigga everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up
mryounggun
OG
I'm not a HUGE Game fan. But this is ridiculous.
The one he doesn't mention Dr.Dre in
That nigga ain't got no classic verses, fuck him
87alan
Active Member
Niggas ain't gon' kill shit
I'm ridin' 'round, seven pounds, nigga, Will Smith
It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards
This shit right here you can't deal with
Two ice cubes and some cognac
Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back
Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem
Runnin' Aftermath in all black
I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's
Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes
Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz
Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves
Please that's Jeezy the Snowman
Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man
Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog and fuck my conscience
Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton
Don't fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem
Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them
My handle's dumb, I had no gun
Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'
I bear arms like Durantula
This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up
And everybody gotta die, put them candles up
How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?
And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down
I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around
And when a nigga say "Timber", you don't need Ricky Rubio
To let a nigga know it's goin' down, fuck you clowns
Yeah, I put the word on you niggas
Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas
Been all through New York with Diddy
My verse'll Schmurda you niggas
And that's not a shot at TIP or a shot at Gotti
Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti
Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack
Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body
Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old
I will still be the pilot that light up the stove
And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back
And tell niggas that "Detox" come out this October
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober
And verses like this'll get me a new Rover
Get you a new home and a casket, you bastard
Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over
"Really" Verse
I'm ridin' 'round, seven pounds, nigga, Will Smith
It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards
This shit right here you can't deal with
Two ice cubes and some cognac
Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back
Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem
Runnin' Aftermath in all black
I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's
Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes
Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz
Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves
Please that's Jeezy the Snowman
Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man
Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog and fuck my conscience
Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton
Don't fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem
Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them
My handle's dumb, I had no gun
Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'
I bear arms like Durantula
This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up
And everybody gotta die, put them candles up
How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?
And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down
I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around
And when a nigga say "Timber", you don't need Ricky Rubio
To let a nigga know it's goin' down, fuck you clowns
Yeah, I put the word on you niggas
Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas
Been all through New York with Diddy
My verse'll Schmurda you niggas
And that's not a shot at TIP or a shot at Gotti
Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti
Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack
Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body
Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old
I will still be the pilot that light up the stove
And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back
And tell niggas that "Detox" come out this October
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober
And verses like this'll get me a new Rover
Get you a new home and a casket, you bastard
Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over
"Really" Verse
Cassidy feat Game- Aim 4 the head
I got my slugs on
Gettin my thug on
New Era, brim low
Giovanni rims oh
Phantom got curtains, you can't see through the tints so
Bought a .45 put the barrel on the window
It's me and Swizzle fo' shizzle
V twizzle the pistols
Cock it back if you carry a missle
Can't cross both of your arms, nigga fold em back
If you miss Soulja Slim do the Nolia Clap
Or recline the seats in the rover back
Yeah it's me and young Cass' 'til Hov come back
You wanna see us both dead, then load your gat
You be the first nigga to bring penny loafers back
Why niggas wanna see me R-I-P
Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E
Prayin on my downfall like B-I-G
I be in the cockpit ridin dirty like T-I-P
Po-po pull me over wanna see I-D
Searchin my shit tryin to find my 3 times 3
They don't know I got 4 times 4 in the backseat
Wit enough bodies on it to get a nigga 5 times 5
Other niggas snitch on em
Like if he got the rover parked crooked in the front
He might have bricks on em
I'll send a lil' back like the brother of Rich Porter
Run up on you and give you a buck fifty like six quarters
Yeah
I got my slugs on
Gettin my thug on
New Era, brim low
Giovanni rims oh
Phantom got curtains, you can't see through the tints so
Bought a .45 put the barrel on the window
It's me and Swizzle fo' shizzle
V twizzle the pistols
Cock it back if you carry a missle
Can't cross both of your arms, nigga fold em back
If you miss Soulja Slim do the Nolia Clap
Or recline the seats in the rover back
Yeah it's me and young Cass' 'til Hov come back
You wanna see us both dead, then load your gat
You be the first nigga to bring penny loafers back
Why niggas wanna see me R-I-P
Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E
Prayin on my downfall like B-I-G
I be in the cockpit ridin dirty like T-I-P
Po-po pull me over wanna see I-D
Searchin my shit tryin to find my 3 times 3
They don't know I got 4 times 4 in the backseat
Wit enough bodies on it to get a nigga 5 times 5
Other niggas snitch on em
Like if he got the rover parked crooked in the front
He might have bricks on em
I'll send a lil' back like the brother of Rich Porter
Run up on you and give you a buck fifty like six quarters
Yeah
Lion_Heart
Active Member
The dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Compton hat, jheri curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes
Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue
It was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me homey, I bring nightmares to reality
Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy
'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went
How do I say this? I'm livin' for my son
But I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus piece, like a catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend has just begun
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Compton hat, jheri curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes
Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue
It was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me homey, I bring nightmares to reality
Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy
'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went
How do I say this? I'm livin' for my son
But I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus piece, like a catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend has just begun
RozayTabernacle
The Bawse
One Blood Verse 2
I'm from the Westside of the six-four Impala
Where n----s say "Where you from?"
We don't never say "Harlem"
Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side
N----s in New York know how to throw up the Westside
Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you n----s better be glad you breathing
All I need is one reason
I'm the king, and Dre said it: the West Coast need me
I don't know why you n----s keep trying me
Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gon' turn down the thirty-eight snub?
You thirty-eight and you still rapping? Ughhh
I'm 26, n----, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer, hop out, no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is...
I'm from the Westside of the six-four Impala
Where n----s say "Where you from?"
We don't never say "Harlem"
Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side
N----s in New York know how to throw up the Westside
Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you n----s better be glad you breathing
All I need is one reason
I'm the king, and Dre said it: the West Coast need me
I don't know why you n----s keep trying me
Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gon' turn down the thirty-eight snub?
You thirty-eight and you still rapping? Ughhh
I'm 26, n----, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer, hop out, no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is...
Busta Carmichael
LOT - Full-Time Kufi/Yarmulke Smacker
Came in to say this