favorite line from a rap song?

[mp.]

"so push it, along, trails, we blaze dont deserve the gong, dont deserve the praise"

props to anyone who can guess what song its from (and im sure plenty of you can)

its not that i love what the lines meaning is its just i love how it sounds in the song.

that and:

"mad hoes, ask beevis i get nothing but head"

[fabulousmuscles]

'Check your ingredients, before you overdose, on the cool'

- Lupe Fiasco intro on 'The Cool'

[iralex]

run through little havannah yelling 'Viva Fidel'

jerking off at the sheets when I stay at hotels

drinking bacardi at AA meetings, smoking a L

[iralex]

"Damn it feels good to be a gangster, a real gangster ass nigger plays his cards right..."

a real gangsta ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth, cause gangsta ass niggas don't start fights

[starkarcane]

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew

Its just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through -DMX

[spud]

"i wasnt poor, i was po', i couldnt afford the o-r"

"i told him, give up the dough, before you get smoked

oh you broke? (*shots*) now you dead broke"

[evisu 2000]

i be like chill ma, cuz it's all good

in 2 more years i'll be back in the hooooooooooooooood

[blasdro]

I don't give a fuck how ya family and friends feel/

I hope you crash, and ya new born fly through the windshield/

choke while he eatin his kids meal/

trip of the spoke of his big wheel and break his neck/

I got backed up hate in my chest/

animosity, if I ain't the top nigga I'm hatin the best/

The rest is really grimey like that...don't feel like typing it

[Scais]

lol nigga noize

[CornyJOE]

You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you

and

And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing but-head

[graydot]

with the goons i spy, stay in tune with ma, she like damn this is the realest since kumbaya -- killa cam

Flow’s obnoxious, hands on our crotches, swagger outta this world call us the diddy-boppers, fuck the shit out ya girl let the city watch us, so frivolous, the flow niggarish, tickle us pink like white girl clitoris -- clipse

[Joolz84]

"Ice is the price for an overnight wife"

- LL Cool J

[plongin]

super nintendo sega genesis, when i was dead broke man i couldnt picture this.

[powerviolence]

somethin like:

"Came out my momma's pussy on welfare; 26 years later and I'm still on welfare!"

-ODB

[Aaron 8]

Pretty much every line from every Big L track in existence

98 Freestyle is no doubt the hottest freestyle of all time and throughout the ages

Yo, fuck all the glamour and glitz, I plan to get rich

I'm from new york and never was a fan of the knicks

And I'm all about expandin my chips

You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch

With both hands on her tits

Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart

I got style, plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp

A while back I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park

Countin' g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark

Forever hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin

You lookin' at me like Im probably frontin

I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest

I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best

I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you

Be prayin' on my downfall, hopin I flop

Hopin' I stop, you probably even hope I get locked

Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' a rock

I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you

Only thing I havn't got is more

stitches than you fuckin punk, you ain't a leader, what? nobody follows you

You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you

you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit

Do me a favor, please get off the next man's dick

And if you think I cant fuck with whoever, put your money up

Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up

Put your raggedy house up nigger, or shut your mouth up

Before I buck lead, and make a lot of bloodshed

Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread

And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nothin' butthead

my game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule

If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool

How come, you can listen to my first album

And tell where a lot of niggers got they whole style from?

so what you actin' for?

You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more

Somebody tell this nigger somethin' before I crack his jaw

You runnin' with boys, Im runnin' with men

I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten

Have y'all niggaz like, damnit this nigga gone done it again

I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops

I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks

I'm makin' wonderful figures

I don't fuck with none of you niggers

I might pull out this gun on you niggers

And rob every last one of you niggers

Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you

But with that cheap shit, you ain't worth stickin'

I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out

Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out

I was taught that if a nigger swing, swing right back

Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that?

Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight

Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right

That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers

You fuckin' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires

It's not a joke, so as soon as he laugh

I'm a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass

Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'

My album is done, so no it ain't no parts open

I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug

That's quick to beat a nigger like a cheap rug, till he leak blood

You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off

Then call all off, and tear your jaw off

My life is far out, I got star clout

Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out

You ain't a player, put that cigar out

Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off

Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph

I rocked many stages and never got booed off

I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse

For that whack verse, should have tried these other cats first

Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me

And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me

We puff much izzy

I do shit that only tough men do

And them cats you with fuck them too, I'll buck them too

Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigger

No dough, always on the train-ass nigger

Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigger

You got fucked upstate, you cupcake

How many dicks can your butt take?

I ran through every bitch in my path

I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half

Yo, I'm a take you out your misery

And after this, nigger, put you in the social study book 'cause you're history

It pretty much does not get more brutally yob

[emmitbrown]

I wear the gun like a girdle,

bulletproof car got me feelin like a turtle

[albeeeezy]

"I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less. What do I think of Success? It sucks, to much stress"

-Jay Z

"Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley

got blazed before they told stories,

I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories...

I saw on tv today, this man lost his son, his son died

So he had him cremated, took his ashes, and then made it to a Diamond ring

Now he watches his son shine everyday

I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray"

-Nas

[ROYALEFATALE]

yo, everybody's a snake

that's why I try to keep the grass cut

so I can see 'em when they coming

then I heat they ass up

i know this nigga who got punked out after every class

he was a bitch in school and now he tote a gun and badge

put on a uniform and now he think he super bad

man fuck you bitch you still can lay ta rest under the grass

i do not give a fuck because you are a officer ill put you in a coffin sir you

fuckin wit a slaughtererr

[off bowery]

my sig and

everyline from ready to die

[eastcoastrider27]

You say fuck that

Yo holmes fuck this

I'm the king Ad-Whammy

Your Dick Butkus

One half science

and another half soul

Nicknamed Mike D

not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

[soap]

Pretty much every line from every Big L track in existence

98 Freestyle is no doubt the hottest freestyle of all time and throughout the ages

Yo, fuck all the glamour and glitz, I plan to get rich

I'm from new york and never was a fan of the knicks

And I'm all about expandin my chips

You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch

With both hands on her tits

Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart

I got style, plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp

A while back I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park

Countin' g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark

Forever hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin

You lookin' at me like Im probably frontin

I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest

I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best

I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you

Be prayin' on my downfall, hopin I flop

Hopin' I stop, you probably even hope I get locked

Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' a rock

I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you

Only thing I havn't got is more

stitches than you fuckin punk, you ain't a leader, what? nobody follows you

You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you

you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit

Do me a favor, please get off the next man's dick

And if you think I cant fuck with whoever, put your money up

Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up

Put your raggedy house up nigger, or shut your mouth up

Before I buck lead, and make a lot of bloodshed

Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread

And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nothin' butthead

my game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule

If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool

How come, you can listen to my first album

And tell where a lot of niggers got they whole style from?

so what you actin' for?

You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more

Somebody tell this nigger somethin' before I crack his jaw

You runnin' with boys, Im runnin' with men

I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten

Have y'all niggaz like, damnit this nigga gone done it again

I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops

I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks

I'm makin' wonderful figures

I don't fuck with none of you niggers

I might pull out this gun on you niggers

And rob every last one of you niggers

Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you

But with that cheap shit, you ain't worth stickin'

I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out

Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out

I was taught that if a nigger swing, swing right back

Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that?

Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight

Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right

That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers

You fuckin' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires

It's not a joke, so as soon as he laugh

I'm a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass

Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'

My album is done, so no it ain't no parts open

I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug

That's quick to beat a nigger like a cheap rug, till he leak blood

You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off

Then call all off, and tear your jaw off

My life is far out, I got star clout

Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out

You ain't a player, put that cigar out

Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off

Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph

I rocked many stages and never got booed off

I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse

For that whack verse, should have tried these other cats first

Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me

And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me

We puff much izzy

I do shit that only tough men do

And them cats you with fuck them too, I'll buck them too

Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigger

No dough, always on the train-ass nigger

Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigger

You got fucked upstate, you cupcake

How many dicks can your butt take?

I ran through every bitch in my path

I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half

Yo, I'm a take you out your misery

And after this, nigger, put you in the social study book 'cause you're history

It pretty much does not get more brutally yob

That is a sick LINE...

[iralex]

And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys how he shot em, But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em.

and everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta, cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep

up three-sixty-five a year 24/7, cuz real gangsta ass niggas don’t sleep

[Ma Junior]

I laughed when I first heard this. Now its stuck in my head.

"Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch em, weird ass niggas who dangerous so don't test em!"

Nas - Get Down

Gives me that fuck it or just do it mentality

"If you got beef, then bring da ruckus. Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin to fuck with!"

Wu-Tang - Bring Da Ruckus

[please underestimate]

"we be to rap what key be to lock." -digable planets

[weidna]

"Now Im doc strange in the range like whoa!"

Hundred miles an hour, switchin lanes like whoa!

Plus Im gettin brain from this chick like whoa!

Finger near a nigga asshole like whoa!" -black rob

makes that nigga look a little suspect after his explanation of what constitutes something as "whoa" at the beginning of the track...

[Aaron 8]

That is a sick LINE...

Sorry, but like...that shit is too hot to narrow down to just one line. Take your pick of any

[creeper]

i got a formula i use called X Y Z

cause shes supposed to be my ex

and

i kept sayin why?

till i pull up in that Z and just drive by

[Cherchez la Femme]

definitely Wu-Tang:

make it brief son

half long twice strong

so concise, I love it.

[nickthechibi]

definitely Wu-Tang:

make it brief son

half long twice strong

so concise, I love it.

gza heat!

too many songs, weak rhymes is mad long, make it brief son, half short and twice strong

[Cherchez la Femme]

oh, is that right? That's embarrassing.... Gotta brush up on my Wu-Tang lines now