What Is Biggie's Greatest Verse? (POLL IS UP, PLEASE VOTE)

My fav by Biggie

Armed and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us.
Straight up weed,
No angel dust.
Label us
Notorious
Thug-ass niggas that love to bust.
It's strange to us,
Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
We just sittin' here tryin' to win,
Try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin.
So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins.
Nigga, you'd should, too,
If you knew what this game would do to you.
Been in this shit since ninety-two.
Look at all the bullshit I've been through:
So-called beef with you-know-who,
Fucked a few female stars or two.
Then a blue light,
Niggas move like Mike,
Shit,
Not to be fucked with.
Muthafucka, better duck quick,
'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit.
Fuck the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game.
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one.
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I gotsta like one.
Our situation is a tight one.
What you wanna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B,
Bone and B. I. G., nigga, die slowly.
I'm a tell you like a 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 caught yourself lovin' it.
Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin' in it.
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
B. I. G. Come through with mobs and crews.
Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew.
Who's the killa: me or you?

In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing'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 phenomenal
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-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal 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 Under-boss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White

Victory verse

Whole song is a verse really but I’ll post tha “2nd half” of Warning...




They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates out of state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The Fifth Corridor
Call the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Bet ya Biggie won't slip
I got the Calico with the Black Talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode on you rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun and
Hold on, I hear somebody coming

Biggies 2 verse on keep your hands high. Tricky cause big and Tracy go back and forth.

What, what, what, the rings and things you speak about
bring em out, it's hard to yell with my bat round
in your mouth, its more than I expected
I thought them jewels was rented, but they wasn't
So run it, cousin, I could chill the heat does it
Ran up in your shell about a dozen, you never seen
bank like Frank White, ya hand clutchin
ya chest plate contemplates, bout to die nigga wait
Keep
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due south with keys
y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck the hip-hop, them one-two's and it don't stop
Me and my nigga Lance, took him and Cease in vans
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
from Branson, now we lamp in, twelve room mansions
Bitches get naked off Get Money, Playas Anthem
Don't forget One More Chance and, my other hits
Other shit niggaz spit be counterfeit
Robbing come naturally, in and out like fuckin rapidly
Pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest where his back should be
Fuckin blasphemy, blast me, your family rest in coffins
Often, Franquiza, far from soft or fragile, uh
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper slash dope dealer
slash guerilla, slash illest turn iller

3rd verse on Niggas Bleed

We agreed to go on shootin is silly
Because niggas could be hidin in showers with mac-milli's
So I freaked 'em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican
Gloria, from Astoria, I went to war with her
peeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from my workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blazed they place, long story, Glo' seent my face
Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what's shakin?
A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
in a black Range Rover, been outside all day
If it's trouble let me know, I'll be on my way
Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed
Nightmare, this bitch don't need it
Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow this
Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga passed me kerosene (uhh)
Fuck it, it's flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian
We in the hallway waitin patient
As soon as she hit the door we start blastin
I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughin, I swear to God
I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spint around, shot the chink in the breast
She cryin, headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franklin faces
The spot's hot, sprinklers, alarm systems
That's when other guests start to slip in
It's time for us to get to dippin
I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up
Flippin, pistol grippin, I load the clip in
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us, I don't know how they allowed it
The funny thing about it, through all the excitement
They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant
Stupid motherfuckers

Runnin

"Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight. The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Runnin' from the police, picture that
Nigga, I'm too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker"

That Victory verse is gonna be tough to beat. But I give it a shot...

My Downfall...

Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set off
Shoulda pushed him dead off, wipe the sweat off (uhh)
'Cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man
You wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!"
Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers
Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit, but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot
Givin' cats the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me

Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter

If it was up to me you would be with me

Sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can't hear it
Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

Suicidal Thoughts

Biggies 2nd Verse on You Can’t Stop The Reign by Shaq:


A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women
Bringing in 10 G's minimum to condos with elevators in them
Vehicles with televisions in them
Watch their entourage turn yours to just mirages
Disappearing acts, strictly 9's and MAC's
killers be serial, Copperfield material
My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
Any place I visit, I got land there
How can players stand there and say I sound like them? Hello
Push wigs back and push 6 coupes that's yellow
Bust clips that expand from hand to elbow
Spray up your Day's Inn, any telly you're in
Crack bagging to sick of bragging of how my mink be dragging
Desert E's street sweepers inside the Beamer wagon
I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die
Put that on my diamond bezel, you're messing with the Devil
What

Revolver Ocelot said:

3rd verse on Niggas Bleed

We agreed to go on shootin is silly
Because niggas could be hidin in showers with mac-milli's
So I freaked 'em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican
Gloria, from Astoria, I went to war with her
peeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from my workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blazed they place, long story, Glo' seent my face
Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what's shakin?
A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
in a black Range Rover, been outside all day
If it's trouble let me know, I'll be on my way
Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed
Nightmare, this bitch don't need it
Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow this
Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga passed me kerosene (uhh)
Fuck it, it's flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian
We in the hallway waitin patient
As soon as she hit the door we start blastin
I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughin, I swear to God
I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spint around, shot the chink in the breast
She cryin, headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franklin faces
The spot's hot, sprinklers, alarm systems
That's when other guests start to slip in
It's time for us to get to dippin
I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up
Flippin, pistol grippin, I load the clip in
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us, I don't know how they allowed it
The funny thing about it, through all the excitement
They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant
Stupid motherfuckers

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Man this Nigga was Hitchcock

I Got a Story to Tell

I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for ya
Niggas think Frankie pussy-whipped
Nigga, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac
We don't get down like that
Lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness, but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that
I'm fuckin' with you
The bitch official, though, dick harder than a missile, yo
Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
Find the deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressing me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown"
Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
Now I'm like, "Bitch, you better talk to him
Before this fifth put a spark to him
Fuck around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer
Gettin' hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, ugh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
He go back downstairs, more time to think
Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
She don't know I'm cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though
Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope"
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga coming off some Love Potion shit
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast, here's the stash!
A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga pulling mad Gs out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh...

Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny, spending 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
6 up in your wig piece, nigga decease
Muah, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four and fifty-four draw
There's my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear
Shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dying - no lying
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're nobody til somebody kills you first verse

damn @Maywood beat me to it

illestni99ainne said:

Biggies 2nd Verse on You Can’t Stop The Reign by Shaq:


A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women
Bringing in 10 G's minimum to condos with elevators in them
Vehicles with televisions in them
Watch their entourage turn yours to just mirages
Disappearing acts, strictly 9's and MAC's
killers be serial, Copperfield material
My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
Any place I visit, I got land there
How can players stand there and say I sound like them? Hello
Push wigs back and push 6 coupes that's yellow
Bust clips that expand from hand to elbow
Spray up your Day's Inn, any telly you're in
Crack bagging to sick of bragging of how my mink be dragging
Desert E's street sweepers inside the Beamer wagon
I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die
Put that on my diamond bezel, you're messing with the Devil
What

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I came to post this. [/thread]

BIG got whole verses with a buncha different flows that sound like choruses. No wonder he quoted so much

I make yo' mouthpiece obese like della reese
When I release, you loose teeth like lil' cease
Nigga please, blood floods yo' dungarees
And that's just the half on my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
Than the average playa hater, and spectators
Buy my cd twice; they see me in the streets
They be like, yo he nice, but that's on the low doe
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change niggaz, snort-caine niggaz
Extortion came quicker, bought the range nigga
Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as ripple be
Til lil' cease crippled me
Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be
The game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know da rules
Move from bk to new jeruz -- thinkin bout
All the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through
Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggaz envious
Too many niggaz on my dick, shit strenuous
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha)
Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothin
Catch cases, come out frontin, smokin somethin
Sippin white russians, bitch in the benz bumpin
I laced it wit the basic, six tv's a system
Knockin mase shit, face it, we hard to hit
Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up

Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss