DROP IN SOME OF THE ILLEST LINES OR VERSES BIGGIE HAS BLESSED US WITH

Armed and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang wit us
Straight up weed no angel dust
Label us notorious
Thuggish niggaz that love to bust
It's strange to us
Yall niggaz be scramblin, gamblin
Up in restaurants wit mandolins, and violins
We just sittin here tryin to win
Tryin not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin them Benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game would do to you
Been in this shit since 92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So called beef wit you know who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then a blue light, niggaz knew like Mike
Shit, not to be fucked with
Mothafucka betta duck quick
Cause me and my dogs learned about shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations, just to kick the game
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo cliques, squeeze yo clip
Hit tha right one
Pass that weed and got to light one
All them niggaz, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gonna do, fight or run
Seems to me, that you'll take me
Bone and B.I.G. nigga die slowly
I'm ah tell you like the nigga told me
Cash rules everything round me
Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see me
Fuck it
Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch before you call yo self lovin it
Nigga wit a Benz fuckin it
Doesnt it seem odd to you
B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo Thug dudes
Who's the killa, me or you

JUCIY NUF SAID

his verse in Notorious Thugs was his best, my opinion of course

yea notorious thugs verse and warning= shit the whole song

Victory....

That Notorious Thugs was one of my favorites also..


And the most famous is... Who Shot Ya

My Fav line from him....

"SOME NIGGAZ CALL ME PUSSY I DARE YOU TO STICK YA DICK IN THIS"

Victory....

That Notorious Thugs was one of my favorites also..


And the most famous is... Who Shot Ya

^^ knows what hes talking about

notorious thugs was- -and still is- -my shit.................
this is a good bar though too....................................

"biggie smalls for mayor/the rap slayer
hail mary fulla grace- -bitch say your prayers"

from "dead wrong".....................................

its the NO-TO-RI-O-US, u jus, lay down, slow

incredible line of his

even tho he is pretty overrated

Ill leave you More-Gone then Freeman

the lyrics in skys the limit are great but look at this
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
Strictly gun testin, coke measurin
Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin fanny, spendin chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
MWA, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
as my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear
Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all -- death
controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody til somebody kills you

^you didn't need a whole verse bro'....


..."who the fuck wanna squeeze?.../
my 16's make emcees freeze/
ya' waking up in cold sweats they just dreams/
you still apologizing....analyzing, my size and yo' size and-/
realizing, a fist fight would be assanine/
you just pop wine, i must pop nines/"

notorious thugs was- -and still is- -my shit.................
this is a good bar though too....................................

"biggie smalls for mayor/the rap slayer
hail mary fulla grace- -bitch say your prayers"

from "dead wrong".....................................


dead wrong is the shit..there is an added verse on some mixtapes that ends
"im hard jehova said i was barred from the pearly gates fuck him i didnt want to go to heaven anyway"

straight up raw

My Fav line from him....

"SOME NIGGAZ CALL ME PUSSY I DARE YOU TO STICK YA DICK IN THIS"
LOL dat woz the best line ever man the song is called The Wickedest!!

notourious thugs was the best verse though

I'm Hard Jehova said I'm barred from da pearly gates fuckem
I didnt wanna goto heaven anyway...

But my Momma got me on my knees wit my hands gripped
Talkin bout sum praise da Lord shit

Hail mary ,fuck her !
I never knew her,I'd probably screw her and dumb her body In da sewer

Our Father...My pops stuck up -Ghost box- Big Black and mean
Wit the fifth by the gabbadeens

What U Expected from his next to kin
I'm Loco bro but Aint no mexican

I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks In the kitchen
A Shotty by the shower Niggaz wanna shoot me while I'm shittin

Cause The Lesson From the Smith-N-Wesson Is depressin
Niggaz Keep Stressin the same mothafuckin questions

Like How many shots does it take
too watch my heart stop and body stop to shake
If I Die Before I Wake



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I wouldn’t give fuck if you’re pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant
-Gimme The Loot

niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikinis

Biggie smalls is the wickedest/niggas say im pussy/i dare you to stick ya d*ck in this/i fi was pussy id be filled wit siphamus/herpees,guanderia,clemedia,gettin rid of ya,got it locked like the penetenriary/N*ggas mention me for emcee execusion who ya choosin?
The whack mc or the fat black mc?Jack demcee will start shakin all thats takin,get some marijuana and im makin/
Emcees break fast liek flat jacks in vaccine/
whos as ill as the ill thinka/
explodin when the paper hits the ink uh/
Take ya gangsta chronicles turn to page 666/
Holocasut big the mericlist/
N*ggas press they luck in/
They get a butt fuc(in straight up the@ss/
raw dawg wit the rash and i dont fuc* wit the condoms/
The condoms is a problem from the aids gettin sprayed/
diseases,big pleases,emcees across the seas's/
Just the way ic rush my prey hey/
Im crazy and deranged/
Blowin N*ggas out the frame simple and plain/
But gettin back,To the black,rhinoserous of rap/
Big took a lost?/
How preposterous is that....Wreckonize....biggie smalls 1994 ready to die..

"Yes, love love you're fucking attitude
because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant "

"Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"

So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?

I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it "

"Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar "
(Gimme The Loot)

The whole Hypnotise track .. Dead Wrong is sick too

In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don’t like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *satan*, they say my killin’s too blatant
You hesitatin, I’m in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, m to the iz-h phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And i’m, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me castro, my rap flows
Militant, y’all faggots ain’t killin shit
Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn’t be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, frank white

definetly victory, or big poppa.....

When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
Either I'm witcha or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin to the rap inventor
Nigga wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed -- sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my dick sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

one of is best lines wuz ina freestyle

I got seven mack 11’s, about eight 38’s
Nine 9’s, ten mack tens, the shits never ends
You can’t touch my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
That’s how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little gotti got the shotty to your body
So don’t resist, or you might miss christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give mc’s the runs drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow’s remarkable, peace to matteo
Now we smoke weed like tony montana sniffed the llello
That’s crazy blunts, mad l’s
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I’m droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you’re listenin, smackin babies at they christening

I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know they hot like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and
throw dick to dykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I want the fuckin Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me
You don't want to fuck with Biggie

i love hte lyric

"I Drop Unexpectedly Like Birdshit!"

and

i love the opening verse in Dead Wrong

"Relax and take note
While I take totes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in choke
Gun smoke gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor
The rap slayer the hooker layer
Muthafucka say your prayers
(Hail Mary full of grace)
Smack the bitch in her face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
Jab her if she act
Funny wit the money
Oh you got me mistakin honey
I don't wanna rap ya
I just want the paper
The Visa capisha
I'm out like the vapors
Who's the one the call mister macho
The head honcho
Swift fist like camacho
I got so
Much style I should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up
Niggas need to wake up
Smell the indonesia beat you to a ceasure
Then fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit just the two hits
Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit
Suckin on her tit
Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was humpin around and jumpin around
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man
She said B-I-G then I bust in her E-Y-E"

I got seven mack 11’s, about eight 38’s
Nine 9’s, ten mack tens, the shits never ends
You can’t touch my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
That’s how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little gotti got the shotty to your body
So don’t resist, or you might miss christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give mc’s the runs drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow’s remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yeyo
That’s crazy blunts, mad L’s
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I’m droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you’re listenin, smackin babies at they christenin

Please make yo killins clean
slugs up in between
they eyes like true lies
kill em and flee the scene
-Niggaz bleed, the way he rhymes clean wit between is just sick

Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
I wanna bitch that like to play celo, and craps.........
Any plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it
One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet
-Me & My Bitch, the execution of that verse is too nice

Ya still tickle me
I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me
Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be
The games sour like like a pickle be
-Long Kiss Goodnight

in tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra shit

On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death

Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothin but dicks
Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick

Hard to explain how I maintain
The crack smoke makes my brain feel so strange
-Everyday Struggle
-Kick in the Door, one of the best songs

For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use kung-fu
Instead of a mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, thats what the fuck happens

Either youre slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, its hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from

It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out
-Things Done Changed, my fav lines from that song

Also the whole Gimme The Loot and Warning, also that one freestyle in the song wid tupac
they hear u was blowin up like nitro now they wanna stick they knife through ur windpipe slow
haha damn he jus so sick

" giving cats the opposite of diets, u gain 30 pounds when u die" that shit is to sick

"lazy eye i was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me, shit i need the company"

that was all for "My Downfall" sick ass rhymes

Hypnotize - "At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff -

Ready to Die - "Your face, my feet, they meet, we're stompin
I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton"

The What - "So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS"

Niggaz Bleed - "The funny thing about it
Through all the excitement
They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant
Stupid motherfuckers" (Listen to the whole song and you'll understand.)

all the others have been said basicaly.