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

Biggie's Greatest Verse?

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onetoughmiracle said:
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...
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AZTG said:
I love Biggie, and his pen game was strong but he was more of a the whole package type of rapper. His rhyme patterns, flow, voice, and especially how he rode the beat are untouchable to this day but if you just compare his words on the paper he falls short of some of the other greats.
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Ghostface said:
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
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Dope verse but you misquoted it.

You said;

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

It's


What, what, what, the rings and things you speak about
bring em out, it's hard to yell when the barrels in your mouth
Its more than I expectedI thought your jewels was rented
But they wasn't so run it cousin
 
5 Grand said:
Dope verse but you misquoted it.

You said;

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

It's


What, what, what, the rings and things you speak about
bring em out, it's hard to yell when the barrels in your mouth
Its more than I expectedI thought your jewels was rented
But they wasn't so run it cousin
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I figured it may b me wrong I just copied and pasted from google
 
Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on, nigga, fuck all that bickerin' beef
I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thunderin', shakin' the concrete
Then the shit stop when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school, new school need to learn though
I burn, baby, burn, like "Disco Inferno"
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Peel more skins than Idaho Potato
Niggas know; the lyrical molesting is taking place
Fucking with B.I.G., it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me, two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines (And I'm)
And I'm Crooklyn's finest (Crooklyn's finest)
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this (Bad Boy's behind this)
 
First verse of "Everyday Struggle" is forever my favorite biggie verse. One of the best opening line to a song..no matter the genre. Simple, yet so exoressive

"I know how it feel to wake up fucked up"

That shit hit different when u struggling n play that shit
 
"Unbelievable " 1st verse
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin
It ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlin
with the mac in the Ac' door paneling
Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches from the master
Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fuckin polka dots
Who rock the spot? Biggie!
You know how the weed go, unbelievable
 
Biggie Smalls is the illest
What?
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Representing BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking
Chickenheads be clucking in my bathroom fucking
It ain't nothing, they know Big be handling
With the MAC in the Ac' door paneling
Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate to blast you, but I have to, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fucking polka dots
Who rock the spot? Biggie
You know how the weed go, unbelievable
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G
Get it? Biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep need sleeping Big keep creeping
Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treating
Dumb rappers need teaching
Lesson A, don't fuck with B-I, that's that
Oh I, thought he was wack. Oh come come now
Why y'all so dumb now, hunt me or be hunted
I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
My forte causes Caucasians to say
He sounds demented, car weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or unbelievable
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Buckshots out the sun roof of Lexus coupes
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Trying to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver
Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest

You know how the weed go, unbelievable
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G
Get it? Biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep need sleeping Big keep creeping
Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treating
Dumb rappers need teaching
Lesson A, don't fuck with B-I, that's that
Oh I, thought he was wack. Oh come come now
Why y'all so dumb now, hunt me or be hunted
I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
My forte causes Caucasians to say
He sounds demented, car weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or unbelievable
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Buckshots out the sun roof of Lexus coupes
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Trying to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver
Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest
It's unbelievable
Biggie Smalls is the illest

Man this nigga Biggie was just nice
 
Ghetto starr said:
"Unbelievable " 1st verse
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin
It ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlin
with the mac in the Ac' door paneling
Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches from the master
Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fuckin polka dots
Who rock the spot? Biggie!
You know how the weed go, unbelievable
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Lol damn didn't even see you post this. Biggie flow on this was untouchable
 
Ghostface said:
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
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"Its hard to yell with a bat around your mouth " ? LOL,if your gonna quote it quote it correctly please,

It's "It's hard to yell when the barrel is in your mouth" ,also it's "I can chill the heat DOESN'T",how you

gonna butcher the man's verse and he's deceased ? So disrespectful.
 
Wow.....

Big my number one bruh...


Lemme think.....


Jesus, the Notorious just
Please us with your lyrical thesis
We just chilling, milk 'em, Top Billin'
Silk and pure linen, me and Lil' Cease (hehe)
Malibu sea breeze, Dom P's, palm trees
Cats named Pablo in milked out diablos (that's right)
The Williest (what?), bitches be the silliest
The more I smoke, the smaller the Phillie gets
Room 112, where the players dwell
And stash more cash than Bert Padell, inhale
Make you feel good like Tony Toni Tone (feels good)
Dick up in your middle like Monie (yes)
She don't know but she setting up to blow me (yes)
Try to style, flying north with a homie (yes)
Escada, Don Dada, player, stay splurging
Game so tight they call it virgin
 
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