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15 of the Sickest Notorious B.I.G. Lines

Lyrically speaking, The Notorious B.I.G. is one of the best rappers to ever touch the mic. His wordplay is like no other, and he’s your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper. These lyrics explain why.

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“Dead Wrong”

“When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard. Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted.”


“Gimme the Loot”

“Yes love, love your f*cking attitude, because the n*gga play p*ssy, that’s the n*gga that’s getting screwed.”


“Warning”

“There’s gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing, if my burglar alarm starts ringing.”


“Gimme the Loot”

“N*gga, you ain’t got to explain sh*t, I’ve been robbing motherf*ckers since the slave ships. With the same clip and the same .45, Two point blank, a motherf*cker sure to die; that’s my word. N*gga even try to bogart, have his mother singing, it’s so hard.”


“Warning” 

“It’s the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture, now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya. Bet ya Biggie won’t slip, I got the Calico with the Black talons loaded in the clip. So I can rip through the ligaments, put the f*uckers in a bad predicament.”


“Who Shot Ya”

“I switches all that, cocks*cker G’s up, one false move, get Swiss chessed up. Clip to TEC, respect I demand it, slip and break the 11th commandment”


“Party & Bullshit”

“I used to have the trey-deuce and the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose. Now I got the Mac in my knapsack lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac’s and Sidekicks.”


“Hypnotize”

“Bang every MC easily — busily, recently n*ggas frontin, ain’t saying nothin’. So I just speak my piece, keep my peace, Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps.”


“Big Poppa” 

“Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot? Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed. Believe me sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy. No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes.”


“Juicy”

“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.”


“One More Chance”

“Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes? While I’m swimming in your women like the breast stroke. Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke. Death stroke – tongue all down her throat.”


“Suicidal Thoughts”

“When I die, f*ck it, I wanna go to hell. Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to f*cking tell. It don’t make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies, dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies.”


“What’s Beef” 

“Motherf*ckers still in my biz, don’t they know my n*gga Gutter f*ckin’ kidnap kids? F*ck ’em in the a*s, throw ’em over the bridge, that’s how it is. My sh*t is laid out, f*ck that beef sh*t, that sh*t is played out.”


“N*ggas Bleed”

“Heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece, Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut. His peeps got bucked, got locked the f*ck up. That’s when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish.”


“Get Money”

“Guess you could say you’se the one I trusted, who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Sh*t got hot: you sent Feds to my spot, took me to court, tried to take all I got. Another intricate plot: the b*tch said I raped her, damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?”


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