Ties Tieng: Best of 2008: Hip 2 Da Game Hip Hop Awards

Best Verse (Non Jay-Z Division):
Undisputed - Ludacris - Verse 1

Back up on that ass
Back to put rappers on one knee, like they 'bout to run the 100 meter dash
Bow down to greatness,
before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers
Covered all my bases, straight no chasers
Diamonds on my chain, look like my neck's full of glaciers
Titanic flow, titanic doe
Women on my nuts like, "Where the titanic go?"
I've been scouring the Earth,
making my fans catch the Holy Ghost at my shows like your Grandma at church,
and the fat lady singin',
It's over for you rappers, can't none of y'all bust, your just sacks full of semen,
and I got the woman screamin',
They can catch my balls on Any Given Sunday like my names Willie Beamen,
or LL Cool
So if your boyfriend thinks your loyal to his ass, then he's a muthafuckin' fool
Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his name is Ludacris
Bitch please, you messin' with some real OGs,
with million dollar whips that I shipped from overseas
Got a pocket full of G's,
and the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is bad because I've been smokin' all the trees
The globe is warming up when we fire up the blunt,
and put it in the air like Evel Knievel stunts
What you want from me?, I got pistols for the haters
Your fam will be in black, like they was playin' for the Raiders,
and your music isn't favored,
and DJs they never bring it back like when you go and borrow something from your neighbors,
like a cup full of sugar, a roll full of salt
The name on my car insurance is: Your fuckin' fault
and if you sittin' on chrome,
I'll call up my boys and have you stripped of your medals like Marion Jones

Best Verse (Jay-Z Division):
Brooklyn(We Go Hard) - Jay-Z - Verse 2

I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them
I jack, I rob, I sin
Aw man, I'm Jackie Robinson,
'cept when I run base, I dodge the pen
Lucky me, luckily they didn't get me
Now when I bring the Nets, I'm the black Branch Rickey
From Brooklyn corners, burnin' branches of sticky,
spread love, Biggie, Brookyln hippy
I pity the fool with jewels like Mr. T,
with no history in my borough,
they borrow, with no intentions of returning tomorrow
The sun don't come out for many, like Annie
Half orphan, momma never had an abortion
poppa sorta did, still I managed to live
I go hard, I owe it all to the crib
Now please tell me, what the fucks harder than this?

Best Conscious Verse:
We Killin' Ourselves - Termanology - Verse 2

He was a younger cat,
seen about 100 gats
Only really held a couple,
but he wasn't scared to hustle
'Cause he figured that, if you want your wig intact,
you wouldn't fuck with the cat with the gorilla mack
So he stole Prada,
and he kept his nose powder
Caught his first body, had to take a cold shower
What's the word? Then he body an old timer
Caught a third, now he runnin' like Obama
These are our kids, growing up with no father,
no momma, no honor, no faith, no karma
and they sight just like the Northern Lights
on the corner nights where dice games are more than shiest
Kids look up to Pac, livin' the mortal life
Wanna be 50, but they don't really wanna get busy
Young boys kill over pussy,
money, and gang colors
Cocaine lovers, baby mommas insane jealous
We cane sellers, or we stickin' up bank tellers
Take a chance, shootin' with cops who aim better,
and they ain't let up, six shots into a sedan
America's worse nightmare, guns in kid's hands.

Video of The Year:
We Run This - Jadakiss

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