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✰ Who Had The Best Verse ? Vol 9 ✰ (Carter 4 Intro/Interlude/Outro)

_Goldie__Goldie_ ablackweb.comPosts: 30,349 Regulator
edited January 2013 in The Reason

[Lil Wayne]
Ha ha~! Uhh
Man fuck them bitches, and them hoes
And them niggaz pussies, heh, camel toes
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
My shit won't ever stop, suck my green light
Bitch it's Carter IV, murder's all she wrote
Now it's fuck everybody, like a Scorpio
Still runnin shit, I'm on my cardio
Boy I'm goin in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lion's roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Hear no evil, see no evil - Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don't need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggaz love, I die behind this shit
A nigga countin money, you niggaz counterfeit
Real nigga, nigga - proud of what I am
Young Money is an army, bitch I'm Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune'
I left the bullshit, in the waitin room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
and bitch I be so high, I get star struck
Millz in this bitch, he said fuck them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some +Bud+, like Rudy Huxtable
I'm bout to slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes
I'm from Eagle Street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder first degree
Y.M.C.M.B., we don't give a fuck
You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked
Ha~! This the best-worst feelin
And nigga if I die I die a death worth livin
Uhh... this that textbook G shit
I've been in that water but I've never been sea sick
Yeah, knock me I knock your face off
Life's a crazy bitch - Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
Ha! C4, Mr. Carter's home {*echoes*}

[Tech N9ne]
Heart's what it is, watch what the kid drops
I'ma get the prop if you're not with the biz
Not only other regions I really popped at the crib
So hatin motherfuckers you better stop with the jibs
All for the dibs but I'm boss it don't matter what the cost
when I live right across from the Wiz
The Killer City will have a nigga lost in the Mids
Doin nothin but mothers stackin pussy coffin again
What is happenin is a merger, different levels of murder
Lil Weezy cook it and I'ma serve her
Further, guess what I'ma go do wit this women when we're eatin Gerber?
Mama said to kill 'em all and I heard her
Thank you baby for what became Lil Wayne
It's gettin all the people knowin the Strange in the game
I been really able to hang in the fame
But when he shouted my name there's been a change in my lane
{*grrr*} I'm a clusterfucker
lovin nothin but to get your brain
And I be stuck in lust and quick to bust a nut
and take a nigga's dame with no shame
Well they be bustin nothin thinkin they thuggin tough
but never do knuckle up, you in the game, you bang
You drunk and touchin everythang, you lame
Sucker, you cannot sustain the rain
Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this
Ballin nigga, Strange Music, Coupe through Swishers
I know a lot of you probably, never knew who this is
Well you listenin to Tecca Nina, soo woo bid'ness~!

[Andre 3000]
Today I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black
I tell a nigga all those flows are borrowed
It's the phar-aoh, Three Stacks
I woke up in Cai-ro, lookin at stars
So bright in the sky I thought they were marbles
No car do's, what'cha call those?
A whole car load, of raw hoes; in a Jeep Defender
Please remember, don't feed the Simba
Three's a symbol like nobody
He's a symbol of what's safari
Pulled her ponytail to my body
She's the only girl that was smart e-
-nough to call me, Mr. Benjamin
in the middle of a wild party
Skin was cinnamon, I pound it harder
How come the only girls that are thought of
are the light ones? Well tonight then
We gon' do it, do it, do it for the dark ones
It's important, that you are more than
welcome to Tha, Carter IV and
Y'all enjoy it, I will go 'head
And I'll kiss y'all on y'all forehead

[Bun B]
Yeah...when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say, "Who that?"
Big Bun Beater, but you already knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers need to get off the dick man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix man (damn!)
No tricks man, those is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin with PA so you know what it is (what it is)
I'm sittin on the fours that clack
Comin down candy in the golden ‘Lac
We gettin to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back, let's go! {*echoes*}

Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin QB till the death of him
That...nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record goes back to “The Essence”
Smack adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man, attested
I pass it, you gaspin for breath and you die fast
But I'm like a gastronomic bypass
Bunch of Nas advocates, actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since sixteen I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young, look at youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are techs, bust louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin... testin
Chop heads off like King Henry the Eighth, guillotine to ya neck bitch~!
I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit since '91
Niggaz can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is +sealed+, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin dude, studied cowards that made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggaz
And yo my nigga Wayne - let them niggaz hate
And like my nigga Drake say, "We ain't got time to respond to niggaz"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin over Gotham
Word to Poppa {*echoes*}
Bl-bl-blood gang, five! It's that Blood gang, five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I ain't gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain't gon' fight
They actin like they ain't gon' die until I let them llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed, do or die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, it's no place for a juvenile
Greed in our heart, it's the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss! {*echoes*}

[Busta Rhymes]
They say I'm underrated (uh huh), but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer than me? Unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
That's when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin
"There he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything
Now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin that I be blackin on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake ‘em when I come and shake ‘em
And bake ‘em and take ‘em to another place
Ain't no fakin, ain't no kind of mistakin how I be breakin up
Everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (damn!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats than curiosity snitch!
Most of you niggaz sorry and owe apologies quick
What the fuck you niggaz still hangin'around here for? You apostrophe bitch! {*laughs*}
Okay, now enough of that, see now I'm out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole ‘nother classic with Tha Carter IV {*echoes*}

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✰ Who Had The Best Verse ? Vol 9 ✰ (Carter 4 Intro/Interlude/Outro) 34 votes

Lil Wayne
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Tech 9
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Andre 3000
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Bun B
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Busta Rhymes


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