favorite biggie verse

[Tsotsi Cape Town]

 

[its....JOHN B]

First verse on long kiss goodnight or 2nd verse on one more chance (original) come to mind

 

[its....JOHN B]

First verse on kick in the door

 

[5th Letter]

That last verse on Victory.

 

[gns]

The G.O.A.T verse from the G.O.A.T rapper

I had the master plan

I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland

With my man Tutex to take over this projects

They call him Tutex, he tote two techs

And when he starts to bust

He likes to ask who's next?

I got my honies on the Amtrack

With the crack in the crack of her ass

Two pounds of hash in the stash

I wait for hun to make some quick cash

I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed

At last I'm literally lounging Black,

Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks

Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps

Toyota dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps

See who got smoked, what rumors was spread

Last I heard I was dead with six to the head

Then I got the phone call

It couldn't hit me harder

We got infiltrated

Like Nino at the Carter

I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of

By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners

And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch

I told her where she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich

Conspiracy should be home in three

Until them I look south for the home family

A true G, that's me blowing like a bubble

In the everyday struggle

I don't wanna live no mo'

Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do'

I'm living everyday like a hustle

Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle

 

[juelz21]

I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese

When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease

Nigga 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 niggas

snort-cane niggas

extortion came quicker

Bought the Range' nigga

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

Bitches, we ran through

Now the years new

I lay my game flat

I want my spot back, take two

Motherfuckers mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious

Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous

When my men bust, you just 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, bitch in the Benz bumping

I laced it wit the basic

6 TV's, a system, knocking Mase shit, face it

We hard to hit

Guard your shit, for I stick you, for your re-up

Wipe the "P"

Mix shots, "work your seat up"

Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up

LONG KISS

 

[juelz21]

biggie might have the best flow ever in terms of how he rapped on beat his cadence his clarity etc

 

[5 Grand]

The verses he kicked on the last Wake Up Show freestyle over the Hell on Earth beat. I think it was the verse from Your Nobody Till Somebody Kills You and another verse from Long Kiss Goodnight.

I always thought those verses sounded better over the Hell on Earth beat than the actual album version.

Also The Biggie and LOX Freestyle on Funkmaster Flex's album over the C.R.E.A.M. beat

And then there's the Wickedest Freestyle.

And Who Shot Ya

And Juicy

And One More Chance/Stay With Me

Aw fuck it all of them!

 

[Disciplined InSight]

Shiiit..."Victory" pretty much.

 

[natural born sinners]

The G.O.A.T verse from the G.O.A.T rapper

I had the master plan

I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland

With my man Tutex to take over this projects

They call him Tutex, he tote two techs

And when he starts to bust

He likes to ask who's next?

I got my honies on the Amtrack

With the crack in the crack of her ass

Two pounds of hash in the stash

I wait for hun to make some quick cash

I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed

At last I'm literally lounging Black,

Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks

Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps

Toyota dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps

See who got smoked, what rumors was spread

Last I heard I was dead with six to the head

Then I got the phone call

It couldn't hit me harder

We got infiltrated

Like Nino at the Carter

I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of

By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners

And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch

I told her where she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich

Conspiracy should be home in three

Until them I look south for the home family

A true G, that's me blowing like a bubble

In the everyday struggle

I don't wanna live no mo'

Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do'

I'm living everyday like a hustle

Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle

Big got too many Classic verses. This one of my favorite..if I had to choose I would go w that victory verse where he go "I perform like mike..."

 

[Preach2Teach]

Shit it's hard to pick one so I will just drop this instead..

 

[achewon87]

Too many, here's a few...

"(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals

Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals

Smokin skunk and mad Phillies

Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses

If robbery's a class, bet I pass it

Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards

Big Poppa never softenin

Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin

Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears

Covet the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears

Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches

She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest

Just the way players play, all day everyday

I don't know what else to say

I've been robbin niggas since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'

Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know

My flow, detrimental to your health

Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun

My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10

My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin

Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half

Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths

Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly

The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?"

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"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 Kim and Cease's advance

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 niggas 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"

----------------------------------------------------

"I got that venom rhyme like Sprite got lemon lime

Donna Karen dime, keep her hair done all the time

My rhymes, somewhat Shakespearean, blood I'm smearin' in

Tongue-kissin' my lawyer, at my hearin'

In this day and age, my rap is like the plague

I married this shit, y'all niggas still engaged

Turn blowouts to 360 waves

How does 12 gauge feel sittin' on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'

Dippin' with money L in the green beamer

Sippin' Zima's, on our way to see Katrina

She said she need a "Freak Like Me," like Adina

Fucked her by mistake she had a twin named Regina

I seen her, lights excite all the freaks

Squirtin' on curtains, lips, tits and sheets

Compete, meet death, ya dead, ya die..

Don't fuck with B-I, that's that!"

 

[D0wn]

I love the dough, first verse...

 

[ChillaDaKilla]

Suicidal Thought verse

 

[lordstanley]

Too many to pick just one ...acouple of my favorites that noone mentioned yet are his verses on notorious thugs and last days

 

[270crownst]

Like i said before....BIG the GOAT

 

[a_list]

A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women,

bringin in they G-minumums to condos with elevators in them,

vehicles with television's in them,

watch they entourage turn your's to just mirages,

disappearin acts, strictly nines and macs,

killers be serial, Copperfeild material,

my dreams is vivid, work hard to live it,

any place I visit I got land there,

how can players stand there and say I sound like them,

hello,

push wigs back and push six coup's that's yellow,

bust clips that expands from hand to elbow,

spray up your days-inn, any telly you in,

crack-baggin, sick'a braggin how my mink be draggin,

Desert "E's", street sweepers inside the beamer wagon,

I rely on Bed-stuy to shut it down if i die,

put that on your diamond 'bezzle,

you're messin with the Devil,

wha

 

[nc81]

The realms of Junior Mafia or Cant stop the reign

 

[Max.]

 

[qawshun]

Can't stop the reign or little ghetto boys or real niggas do real things freestyle the whole thing lol