Week of the legend!!! Biggie smalls is the Illest!

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@Drake's Tan and @Nomad1

Only in hiphop would we have such disrespectful plagues downrating one of the greatest, biggest pioneers who also happens to be dead.
Disgusting, these kids :snoop:
 

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We got the shyt mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'

Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Then it's to the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch'
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him
nikkas step up, we just macin them, placin' them
In funerals, criminals turn the vials
To Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business wise, I play men

Hide money on the Island Cayman
Y'all just portray men, we spray men
Opposition, competition
Another day in the life, of the Commission

(This Verse was supposed to be for Puffy to rap but when Big died they decided to keep it as is. If you read the verse Big is rapping as Puff would)
 

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We got the shyt mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'

Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Then it's to the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch'
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him
nikkas step up, we just macin them, placin' them
In funerals, criminals turn the vials
To Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business wise, I play men

Hide money on the Island Cayman
Y'all just portray men, we spray men
Opposition, competition
Another day in the life, of the Commission

(This Verse was supposed to be for Puffy to rap but when Big died they decided to keep it as is. If you read the verse Big is rapping as Puff would)


My favorite B.I.G flow ever!
 

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RIP BIG

My favorite BIG joints are Machine Gun Funk (his best) and Everyday Struggle and Me & My bytch.

BIG promoted mostly misogyny, but dang that dude could rap his ass off. Wish we could have seen him really develop as an artist. RIP
 

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Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there every night
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, ha ha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently nikkas fronting ain't saying nothing (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packing, asking who want it, you got it nikka flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshyt, we're on it

:blessed:
 

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Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis :wow: R.I.P. to one of the GOATs of this rap shyt. 19 years ago, he would be about to embark on his last day :mjcry: We'll always love you Big :mjcry: They might have took you out but your legacy is everlasting.
 

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Where did the 2nd verse from dead wrong come from? The original had a different second verse.
 

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After realizin, to master enterprisin
I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in
Began to encounter, wit my counter-parts
I holla burn the block apart, break it down into sections
Drugs by the selection
Some use pipes, others use in-jec-tions
Syringe sold seperately, Frank the deputy
Quick to grab my Smith-n-Wessun, like my dikk was missin
To protect my position, my corner, my layer
While we out here, say the hustlas prayer
If the game shakes me or breaks me
I hope it makes me a better man
Take a better stand
Put money in my moms hand
Get my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no man
Stay far from timid
Only make moves when ya heart's in it
And live the phrase Sky's The Limit
Motherfukker... see you chumps on top

:obama::salute::banderas:
 

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I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease
nikka please

Blood floods your dungarees
And that's just a half of my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
than the average player hater, and spectators
Buy my CD twice
They see me in the streets they be like you 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 4-4's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change nikkas
snort-cane nikkas
extortion came quicker
Bought the Range' nikka
You still tickle me
I used to 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
You all know the rules
Move from BK to New Jerus
Thinking 'bout, all the planes we flew
bytches, we ran through
Now the years new
I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Motherfukkers mad 'cause I blew, nikkas envious
Too many nikkas on my dikk, shyt's strenuous
When my men bust, you must move wit such stamina
Slugs missed you
I ain't mad at you (we ain't mad at you)
Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing
Catch cases, come out fronting
Smoking something
Sipping White Russians, bytch in the Benz bumping
I laced it wit the basic
6 TV's, a system, knocking Mase shyt, face it
We hard to hit
Guard your shyt, for I stick you, for your re-up
Wipe the pee up
Mix shots, "work your seat up"
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
Long Kiss
:whew:
 
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