Happy belated to Notorious Big. …drop any line you know from his track. …
Me : Born sinner the opposite of a winner
Me: I would never wish death on nobody, ’cause there ain’t no coming back from that
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“Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirsty.”
“Those red eyes, I’m sure they look right through me, like I am nothing more than a nuisance. But when I see you? I see something no man can ever be. I see the end. The end of our potential. The end of our achievements. The end of our dreams. You are my nightmare.”
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“Uh, a nigga never been as broke as me, I like that.”
“And if you don’t know now you know nigga”
Don’t they know my nigga Gutter fucking kidnap kids? (uhh)
[COLOR=rgb(184, 49, 47)]Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge (ooh)
[COLOR=rgb(0, 0, 0)](What’s Beef, 1997)
[COLOR=rgb(184, 49, 47)]Hit mummy 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 fuck him from the back
but Smalls don’t get down like that
Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you’re dealin with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
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 screamin
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
with no hair in between, know what I mean?
(Dead Wrong, 2000)
Call the coroner
There’s gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
Nasty motherfucker
Looks like Juicy is everyone’s favorite.
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It’s on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Now honies play me close like butter play toast
from the Missisippi down to the East Coast 
Can I get wit ya, why you wanna get wit me
Cos you got a big B . U . T . T, see.
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper.
That joint is ILL!
Girls walk to us ,wanna do us , screw us .Who us ?
Biggie Biggie Biggie can’t you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
My all time best