Biggie is definitely one of the greatest lyricists of all time.
Kick in the Door:
"This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of NY
**** that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light ****, or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
One shot, they disappearin
Its ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy ****
Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied ****
Now they on some money ****, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
make the white shake, thats why my money never funny
And you still recoupin, stupid"
Juicy:
"Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good"
Machine Gun Funk:
"Fifty shot clip if a ***** wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a mother****** helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, **** a misdeameanor
Beatin mother******* like Ike beat Tina
(What's Love, Got to Do)
when I'm rippin all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons
***** wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk baby"
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