I MAKE MY DRIVER GET HIGH :

on both for sure

andre on aquemini maybe

Earl on The Mint

He spazzed on that s***

Another good choice

First verse. Especially:

"I'm the one, put all the rings on you
I'm the one took all the blame for it
I had to look at this lame happy
Try to figure out then why I ain't happy"

Close second is Lil B third verse on I'm God:

Just cause you a rich rapper don't really mean s***
I'll come to your crib and clear that whole b**** out
And then blow the swish out, my mouth put the stick out
I can't be high and robbing pussies with my d*** out
I guess I'm a show-off, take my raincoat off
I'm so wet that a p**** get mad at me
Switch cars, new colors, call it raspberry
Got my own website with the dotcom
Take it out the bag, over stove like Top Ramen
I don't sell coke, my ni--as look out for me
They ain't wanna let me fall off the (balcony)
That's like losing Mike Vick on the Falcon team
We a faculty, but I'm the team leader
I pass you guys, I'm in the two-seater
And what's wrong with you, this is hip-hop
This that '09 s***, I call it Based World

Verses on Sorry are hard as well

Best Lil B verse is his 2nd verse on Pretty B**** Remix dont @ me

Lowkey some of his best discog is on Thugged Out Pissed Off

No doubt about it that tape still in my weekly rotation

Kanye on Swagga Like Us
Wayne on Cannon
Juelz Santana on Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Drake on Pound Cake

Andre on Bombs over Baghdad

One mornin' all grown-ups was missin'
Once it dawned on 'em, kids ate all the snacks in the kitchen
'Less they was poor, then they went in the store, took all that and more
Ridin' shoppin' carts like bumper cars
Go-karts, how they did the Saab
Wasn't no cops, Air Force, or Al-Shabaab
'Less you talkin' toy guns in the backyard
In which case, they was goin' hard
Obviously, school was out
No inside voices, scream and shout
The world's a playground
First kiss on the mouth, forgot to be embarrassed
But the sun crept, diggin' at that empty house as the shadow stretched
The dog ran off, didn't come back yet

Hov third verse on What More Can I Say

Camron - Fantastic Four pt.2

Back in the day, we was slaves
Whips and chains
It's tradition
All I got whips and chains
All I did
Flip some cane
Now a nigga sick of the range
Only a new six could fix the pain
Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins
Milton Bradley wanna get my game
5-0 wanna frisk my frame
I don't deal wit cheap blow
When I shoot no block
Sort of like a free throw
Can't miss
If one of you b****es burn me and I can't piss
Got me itchin' like its dandruff
You gone see the back of cam hand quick you damn b****
Im a stomp you stab you
Look at you you damn b****
Ya love I would dumb back out
Everybody like "Killa
When u come back out," Listen
I like rap
Routine had to stop
Met a new connect got it 18 a whop
Cops on payroll every block got blow
We fight every night
Reunite then pop Moe
That's how it is when you deal wit me
And I don't feel TV
Only real TV
Real money real gats real cats real girls
MTV I'll show you the real world
Cats run up on you
Splatter your white eyes
That's only to make Saturday night 'ive
Lookin' for a casket got the right size
Wanna bake a cake I got the right pies
Crashed up the four
But now the right five
Lookin' for beef you found the right guys
Old folk say "cam stop ur route
Why you gotta get the guns, just box it out"
Listen, that there is strife, only fightin' is the doctor
And that's for your life
As for your wife
Took her out just to tour town
Bench press for what, I lift four pounds
Tear up your car
All four doors down
Cats wanna box, well here's four more rounds

Malice - I'm Not You

Rappers is talking to me as if
We in the same boat, I tell them quick, no, I move Coke
And you and I don't share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms
It shames me to no end to feed poison
To those who could very well be my kin
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs at the same time cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
I see them pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't s***, I ain't s***
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact
I live from my kids and their's and them youngin's after that

“Brooklyn Zoo”. The whole thing.

Carti verse on Mileage

All I have in this world
Is a pistol and a promise
A fistful of dollars
A list full of problems
I address 'em like P.O. boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans
The Creole cockpit
We so out of it
Zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still f***ing with that block s***
Wet your ass up, head to feet, 'til your socks drip
Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter
Tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em, but they talking under masks
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money honey pie
We ain't running, we don't hide
Screaming "Fuck the other side"
Don't get caught on it
This the deadliest grinds
I put your heart on it
And walk on it
The chalk's only for the art, homie
How they trace ya
After I erase ya?
Look around
We at war
And you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reparations
No patience
Slow paper
Is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long
You got to pace it
You got to know that paper
If you got it from a caper
Got to blow that paper
Got to know that
Photophobia
No Kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em
Naw, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look
Career crook
Get your career took
I'm back, like a brassiere hook
B****, cheer
Camouflage gear
The hunter's here
Better play it by ear
You ain't nothing but a deer
Around here
And this here is Tha Carter
Serve it while it's hot
Out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boy some dipping sauce
I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar
Watch me drop 'em
On the head, at the bottom
And you ain't got to shoot 'em
'Cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't got to get 'em
'Cause I already got 'em
Get 'em

2nd verse

These b****es be nagging the kid
F*** it, it is what it is
If you get hit, you get hit
I don't forget or forgive
Told myself never again, I don't let nobody in
Super just showed out again
And we just keep servin' and servin' again
And again and again and again
I move the game up, I'm reckless
I'm Harlem shaking through the pressure
I might put Diddy on my next s***
I might could fit you in on Wednesday
I'm not here for no pretend s***
Just walked in with a girl that's making triple what I'm making, what a entrance
That's when you know its a body
Zone 6, they know it's a body
Kirkwood, they know it's a body
Lil Mexico know it's a body
Scooter in here with the zombies
Gucci get out, it's a problem
I might take Quentin to Follies
You hate your life, just be honest
I got the digital dash
She want a picture with all of my niggas that just made the visual last
But she too embarrassed to ask
I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas
You remind me of a quarterback, that s*** is all in the past
Esco and Boomin, they got it on smash
And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I

Lil Wayne Scarface verse 2

Not a "verse" per se

But Meek Mill freestyles when he was young, he was HUNGRY

All certified classic verses