listened to this song a couple of times b4 but a part that caught ma attention, the song is road to the riches by Kool g rap and Dj Polo from an album of same name

I used to stand on the block sellin cooked
up rock
Money bustin out my sock cos I really
would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringin
jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for
beans
The cash was comin fast, money grew like
grass
People hungry for the blast that don't
even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money
will getcha
Gettin richer and richer, the police took
my picture
But I still supplied, some people I knew
died
Murders and homicides for bottles of
suicide
Money, jewelry, livin like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al
Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
Valentino
I shot up stores and I kicked down doors
Collecting scars from little neighborhood
wars
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked I let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with
the game
Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes to my
pad
In the first time in my life loanin money
to dad
Now the table's turned and my lifestyle
switches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road
to the riches

coogar: i am trying to compile a list of the best rap verses with a friend of mine. we are looking for verses only(not a whole song, not few bars or quotables). it has to be a verse from any rap joint(commercial or underground) and it must be widely considered to be a drugs verse.

i have few contenders myself but i need the opinion of other rap heads. at the end of it all, we shall compile a list of 10 drugs verses on popularity and credible debates.  please keep it clean and stay on the topic.

my best verse of all time: inspectah deck of wu-tang clan on a track called triumph



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is ur list complete cos me still nerd to see more?

- notorious b.i.g; one more chance. - 1st verse

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First things first, I Poppa, freaks all the honey's
Dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin' money
Those the ones I like cause they don't get Nathan
But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
However, I stay Gucci down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks
And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me
Navajos creep me in they tee pee
As I lay down lawss like Alan Coppe
Stop it, if you think they gonna make a profit
Don't see my one, don't see my guns, get it
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
In two, as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya
I'm clockin' ya, Versace shades watchin' ya
Once ya grin, I'm in game begin
First I talk about I dresses this
In diamond neckalaces, stretch Lexuses
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper, help ya reach the
Climax that your man can't make
Call him, tell him you'll be home real late
Now sing the break
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HqMgpdBS0M

this track was and is wow from celph tittle's cuninglinguist, we have the 2nd of abt 6 verses (each done by diff persons) amazing stuff.

[Deacon]
I leave you riddled with basics
There`s no need for complexity
To be beside myself I need God next to
me
Just kiddin`
I`m patially bull shittin`
The only time I take a loss pussy`s
When I lose kittens
I pitch shit past `ya, no matter who`s
hittin
I don`t capsize boats,
But I got crews flippin`
You catch it? the message needs
analisation
Step and your boys will be pouring
alcoholic libations
I flew sick, you knew this
I`ll puzzle you, doofus
Bleep mental
In the stretcher went to a physical (?)
It will take more than stick to rearrange it
then change it
His language is so strange, how do we
contain it?
You can`t just paint this stuff up on a
canvas
You have to get the mental picture
To begin to understand this
So, Anticipate defeat, the league chances
Got your head speared, no lances
Doing burial dances