“Straight up, honey, really I’m askin’/Most of these n****s think they be mackin', but they be actin’/Who they attractin’ with that line/'What’s your name? What’s your sign?'/Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind/And ask you what your interests are, who you be with/Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial/You gon’ be here for a while?/I’m gon’ go call my crew, you go call your crew/We can rendezvous at the bar around 2\u2033ġ6. “Listen close, it’s Francis, the Praying Mantis/Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit/Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway/Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray/Squeeze off 'til I’m empty, don’t tempt me/Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?”ġ7. and Lil’ Kim “It’s all About the Benjamins (Remix)” (Verse 5) “I used to get feels on a b****/Now I throw shields on the d*** to stop me from that HIV shit/And n****s know they soft like a Twinkie filling/Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing/Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out/Like Arnold on that, "What you talking ‘bout, Willis?’”ġ8. “Who fillin’ 'em with octane?/Got 'em gassed up/’Bout to get blast up, sup/The last one, word to mother/Brother missed ’em/I seen it when he kissed 'em at the wake/Made his body shake”ġ9. “Damn, it feel good to see people up on it/Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn’t flaunt it/My brain is haunted, with mean dreams/GS’s with BB’s on it, supreme schemes/To get richer than Richie, quickly, n****s wanna hit me/If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it/My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat/High caliber gats is all I f*** with, now peep the rough s***"Ģ0. "Sitting, reminiscing on when you started dissing/Spitting in faces in public places/Rolex with wood faces had you tripping for months/Made some dough, did some shows, now you’re starting to front/Smoking blunts on the veranda with Amanda/She’s filling your head with, ‘He said, she said/Poppa doing this, Poppa doing that/But don’t tell him I said it, cause my Jeep might get wetted’”ģ6.
“With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours/Four-four and fifty-four draw/As my pilot, steers my lear yes, my dear/S***’s official, only the Feds I fear/Here’s a tissue, stop your bloodclaat crying/The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying"ģ7. “You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)” (Verse 1) N****s talkin’ it but ain’t livin’ it/Cristal pop, I’m sippin’ it, mob hats and lizard s***/Gator trunks, b****/Rollin’ blunts with the williest of the Willie/Hitchlink cock, M-1\u2032s and nine millis"ģ8.
“Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh/F*** that, I preach it, my nine reaches/The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie s***/Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches/Smack ya cabbage, half-a** rappers, shouldn’t have it/So I grab it, never run, the outcome, is usually/A beat down brutally, f*** who you be, or where you from/West or East coast, squeeze toast, leave most/In the blood they laying in, ask Tray and them”ģ9. steelo, n****s know the half/Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths”Ĥ0. “My flow, detrimental to your health/Usually roll for self, I have son riding shotgun/My mind’s my nine, my pen’s my MAC-10/My target, all you wack n****s who started rappin’/Junior M.A.F.I.A. Notorious B.I.G., winner of rap artist and rap single of the year, clutches his awards at the podium during the annual Billboard Music Awards in New York Wednesday evening, Dec.
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