Considering this being the anniversary of B.I.G's death, post your fave lines of his.

j-traxx

j-traxx

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yea yeah i know the thread is cheesy a bit but i know alot of us have different views on big's lyrics ad what about them appealed to us all in a different way. i just thought it'd be interesting to see the lines that really made us say "oh sh!t" or "wow" or even the occasional "that's bullsh!t!" .
feel free. :)



mine is in the "one more chance remix"

"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"



that verace shades line dropped me to the floor.
word.
 
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
Y’all 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 **** since 92
Look at all the bull**** I been through
So called beef wit you know who
****ed a few female stars or two
Then a blue light, niggaz knew like Mike
****, not to be ****ed with
Motha****a betta duck quick
Cause me and my dogs learned about ****
**** the luck ****, strictly aim
No aspirations, just to kick the game
Spit yo game, talk yo ****, 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
****, lyrically, niggas can’t see me
**** it
Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the ***** before you call yo self lovin’ it
Nigga wit a Benz ****in’ it
Doesn’t 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

notorious thugs..
 
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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 ****
Ooops Cristal keep spillin ****, 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 ****
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
 
"I don't give a F**k if ya pregnant, give me the chain and the #1 Mom Pendant"

from Gimme the Loot.
 
I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill' to ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me
in my *******, uhhh, undercover, "Donnie Brasco"
Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740
Rockin Redman and Naughty, "Oh where my kitty kat?"
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at
And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)
**** the state pen, **** hoes at Penn State (c'mon)
Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis
Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand
grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's
What??
 
St3 said:
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
Y’all 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 **** since 92
Look at all the bull**** I been through
So called beef wit you know who
****ed a few female stars or two
Then a blue light, niggaz knew like Mike
****, not to be ****ed with
Motha****a betta duck quick
Cause me and my dogs learned about ****
**** the luck ****, strictly aim
No aspirations, just to kick the game
Spit yo game, talk yo ****, 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
****, lyrically, niggas can’t see me
**** it
Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the ***** before you call yo self lovin’ it
Nigga wit a Benz ****in’ it
Doesn’t 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

notorious thugs..
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CO-SIGN!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Who the **** is this/Paging me at 5:46 in the morning/Crack o' dawning/Now I'm yawning/Wipe the cold out my eye... That song was wicked. I also like the "I get more butts than ashtrays" line.
 
" Call the coroner!! There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing if my burgular alarm starts ringing"

"Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more"

"Number three, never trust nobody
Your moms will set that ass up, properly gassed up, hoodie to mask up, sh!t, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up "

I could go on and on.............
 
dont know if this is right


super nintendo, sega genesis
when i was dead broke man, i could picture this
 
Icesolated.Com said:
lyrically who is betta, B.I.G., Nas, or Jigga, I cant call it, i was in the barbershop and everybody was arguing about it.
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please. stay on topic. make a thread about it if you want. this isnt a debate thread. thanks.
 
taar44 said:


"Number three, never trust nobody
Your moms will set that ass up, properly gassed up, hoodie to mask up, sh!t, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up "
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i broke my auto reverse walkman rewinding that one part over and over.
 
St3 said:
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
Y’all 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 **** since 92
Look at all the bull**** I been through
So called beef wit you know who
****ed a few female stars or two
Then a blue light, niggaz knew like Mike
****, not to be ****ed with
Motha****a betta duck quick
Cause me and my dogs learned about ****
**** the luck ****, strictly aim
No aspirations, just to kick the game
Spit yo game, talk yo ****, 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
****, lyrically, niggas can’t see me
**** it
Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the ***** before you call yo self lovin’ it
Nigga wit a Benz ****in’ it
Doesn’t 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

notorious thugs..
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exactly
 
Money and blood don't mix
like two dicks and no b!tch,
find yourself in serious sh!t!

Fuking classic!
 
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Furiobeats said:
Money and blood don't mix
like two dicks and no b!tch,
find yourself in serious sh!t!

Fuking classic!
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Grimey rhyme right there,that's the type of stuff that make you say WTF?,and rewind the cd about 5 times!
 
Big's entire Victory and Gimme The Loot verses are my all time rap lyrics period. #1 and #2

I picked up his book and I'm lovin' every page. Books don't always excite me but this one sure does. He was the truest player alive.
 
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