"the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th"

[T.Horton]

One day early but it's the anniversaire of Biggie's death.

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[T.Horton]

[Hook]
The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
You're dead wrong

[Verse 1]
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, mother****er say your prayers
"Hail Mary, full of grace"
Smack the ***** in the face, take her Gucci bag
And the North Face off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken, honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho
The head honcho, swift fist like Camacho
I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics
"Make up to break up" *****s need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then **** your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember ****, just the two hits
Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit
Sucking on the ****, had the hooker begging for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was humping around and jumping around
Jacked her then I asked her, "Who's the man?" She said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave you toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC
G's disrespect me, my potency is deadly
I'm shooting babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mommy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis, after she sucked the dick
I stabbed her brother with the icepick
Because he wanted me to **** him from the back
But Smalls don't get down like that
Got your father hiding in a room, ****ed him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealing with?
Anybody step into my path is ****in' feeling it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a *****
Stab ya 'til you're gushy, so please don't push.. me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screaming
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
With no hair in between, know what I mean?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eminem]
There's several different levels of Devil worshipping
Horse's heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals, having sex with them, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit, I just
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the ****ing meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lying
I got a nine in my pocket, and baby I'm just dying to **** him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any ****** that said he was raw
My uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth, I'm dead wrong

[Hook]

[HughJass]

rip biggie smalls

[HughJass]

(Chuck D) One two three four five six seven eight nine

Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments
What, uhh, uhh
***** can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh
Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed
To my hustlin *****z
*****z on the corner I ain't forget you *****z
My triple beam *****z, word up

(Chuck D) One two three four five six seven eight nine
TEN

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this ****, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
if that man ****ed up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, ****, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, **** forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no *****
Find yourself in serious ****
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin bags stay the **** from police (uh-huh)
If *****z think you snitchin ain't tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl ****ed my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh

Crack king, Frank Blizzard
Uhh

(Chuck D) One two three four five six seven eight nine
Ten

[HughJass]

Yes it's me, the B.I.G.
Competition ripper ever since 13
Used to steal clothes was considered a thief
Until I started hustlin on Fulton Street
Makin loot, knockin boots on the regular
Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor
Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
Chumps steppin to me, that's where they took a FALL at!
B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of
I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner
Quick to smother, a punk motha****er
Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya
And I love ya, cause you're a sweet b*tch
A crazy crab, you might make my d.ick itch
I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta
B.I.G. is a born, trooper
Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta
Stay pimp, and I'm not a booster
So what'cha got to say? This mackin word is bond
There's no other assumption, I got it goin on
I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this
Even my mother, be noddin her head to this
Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
Live in action, guaranteed RAW

[HughJass]

[-jose-]

There's a Hip Hop section for this Tito!


R.I.P. Notorious

I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of ****ing Angel Dust When I bust my gat mother****ers take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

[-jose-]

Ladies, my Mercedes Hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat Keep a gat, cause cats, try to test me

[Cuauhtémoc1520]

Greatest MC of all time is:

[Xyei]

Yes it's me, the B.I.G.
Competition ripper ever since 13
Used to steal clothes was considered a thief
Until I started hustlin on Fulton Street
Makin loot, knockin boots on the regular
Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor
Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
Chumps steppin to me, that's where they took a FALL at!
B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of
I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner
Quick to smother, a punk motha****er
Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya
And I love ya, cause you're a sweet b*tch
A crazy crab, you might make my d.ick itch
I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta
B.I.G. is a born, trooper
Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta
Stay pimp, and I'm not a booster
So what'cha got to say? This mackin word is bond
There's no other assumption, I got it goin on
I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this
Even my mother, be noddin her head to this
Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
Live in action, guaranteed RAW

Love that freestyle. Green.

Greatest MC of all time is:

I knew it wouldn't be long before someone came in the thread and posted who they thought was the greatest rapper. Rakim is sick, no doubt but this thread is about Biggie.