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| edubbz |
lets get it popping, all day, bump it! RIP to the "east coast overdoser", motherin BIGGIE!!
whats ur fav biggie line?
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
Now i got a mac in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
And can i bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
Better throw my vest on my chest
'Cause niggaz is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and buckin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is...PARTY & BULL!! |
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| EarnYourKeep |
You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
"Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?"
My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was in everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more"
Disrespect my click, my 's imperial
around and made her milkbox material
You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real a bitch , uhh..
BITCHES GET MONEY
NIGGAS GET MONEY |
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| EarnYourKeep |
not much love for the big poppa amongst all these tranceheads
niggas know the steelo
UNBELIEVABLE! |
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| edubbz |
Damn, no love for brooklyns finest??
When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga, the condom filler!! |
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| Frequency Frank |
Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays,
a fair one I get mines the fast way,
The ski mask way,
Uhh,
Ransom notes,
Far from handsome...but damn a nigga tote,
[What ya' tote]
more guns than roses,
Foes is,
shaking in their boots,
Invisible bullies like The Gooch,
Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me,
Take them rhymes back to the factory,
I see,
The gimmicks...the wack lyrics,
The is depressing...pathetic...please forget it,
You're mad cause my style you're admiring,
Don't be mad...UPS is hiring,
You shoulda been a cop... hip-hop,
With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,
Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot,
Pack the gat a lot,
The flav's bout to drop uhh, |
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| LAdazeNYnights |
harlem....
Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killin corrupt cops, with motherin buck shots
So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too
I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys
This ain't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me or wax me
If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
Because it was no good, that ain't even go wood
I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the out
Me being a virgin, that's idiotic
Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it
Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G's
and I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese |
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| AY STAR |
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 ******s 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 |
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| yankeeBaby |
When it's time to eat a meal
I rob and steal
'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me
so for the bread and butter I leave n*ggas in the gutta
Huh, word to mother, I am dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f*cking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherf*ckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
Gimme the Loot, gimme the loot, Im a bad bad girrrrrl ;) :stongue: |
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| edubbz |
lol wrd yankee..thats prob one of my favs too.
anyways, as a new yorker (born & raised) growing up during the time when he was just blowing up and making it to the acme point of the game was epic & legendary. I still remember it all like it was yday, srsly. I was trying to figure out how long its been since he passed away and at first said, damn its been 5 yrs..lol my friend looks at me with the most bewildered look and I realized...ooops, okay not 5..than i pondered for a bit longer (5 seconds lol) and with confidence said aloud, ahh 9 yrs! She kinda agreed with since and than later on in the night out of nowhere it hit me like...uh, wait a minute...its been ing 15 yrs and he STILL remains the BIGGEST influence on many artists today; whom are sampling his work. That just gives to show what type of power his music/talent had!
Always wonder how things would have been if he were still alive but, for the better, it was prob best that it ended the way it did- sadly. |
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| Blake |
It was all a dream_
I used to read Word Up magazine_
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine_
Hangin' pictures on my wall_
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl_
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed IN BAMBU, sippin' on private stock_
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack_
With the hat to match_
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far_
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight_
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade_
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner_
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner_
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri_
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky_
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would_
Call the crib, same number same hood_
It's all good...
^easily my favorite Biggie lyrics. it's rare these days to come across a rap or hip-hop production that actually tells a meaningful story. |
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