The Notorious B.I.G.’s Top Ten Most Legendary Lyrics

Photo Copyright Carl Posey from the RESPECT. archive issue #3.

To commemorate the 20th anniversary of Biggie Smalls‘ death, we’ve rounded up the top 10 most legendary lyrics the Hip Hop icon has gifted to us. The late Brooklyn rapper was best known for his charismatic flow and ability to paint the most vivid pictures with his rhymes. Although B.I.G. was only able grace us with two officially released studio albums, he delivered nothing short of classics and left behind a legacy that will live on forever. Here are some of his best bars:

1) When I die, f*ck it, I wanna go to hell/
Cause I’m a piece of sh*t, 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

“Suicidal Thoughts” Ready to Die

2) Number 3: never trust nobody/
Your moms’ll set that a** up, properly gassed up/
Hoodied and masked up, sh*t, for that fast buck/
She be laying in the bushes to light that a** up

“Ten Crack Commandments” Life After Death

3) Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It’s on n*gga, f*ck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete

“Who Shot Ya” Ready To Die

4) There’s gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing/
If my burglar alarm starts ringing/
What ya think all the guns is for?/
All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door/
And I feed em gunpowder, so they can devour/
The criminals trying to drop my decimals

“Warning” Ready To Die

5) Armed and dangerous/
Ain’t too many can bang with us/
Straight up weed; no angel dust/
Label us “Notorious thug a** n*ggas that love to bust”/
It’s strange to us, y’all n*ggas be scramblin’, gamblin’/
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins/
We just sitting here tryna win, try not to sin/
High off weed and lots of gin/
So much smoke, need oxygen/
Steadily counting them Benjamins

“Notorious Thugs” featuring Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Life After Death

6) (How you living, Biggie Smalls?) In mansions and Benzes/
Givin’ ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous/
Tremendous cream: f*ck a dollar and a dream/
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams/
Choppin’ Os, smokin’ la in Optimos/
Money, h*es and clothes: all a n*gga knows/
A foolish pleasure? Whatever/
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure/
However, living better now, Coogi sweater now/
Drop top BM’s, I’m the man, girlfriend

“Big Poppa” Ready To Die

7) Some say the X, make the sex Spec-tacular/
Make me lick you from yo’ neck to your back, then ya/
Shivering, tongue delivering/
Chills up that spine, that a** is mine/
Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight/
If it’s all right with you, we f*ckin’ (that’s cool)/
Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger f*ckin’ in the park/
Pissy off Bacardi Dark

“#!*@ You Tonight” featuring R. Kelly Life After Death

8)B-I-G P-O-P-P-A, no info for the DEA/
Federal agents mad ‘cause I’m flagrant/
Tap my cell and the phone in the basement/
My team supreme, stay clean/
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that/
Cat you see at all events bent/
Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders

“Mo Money Mo Problems” featuring Mase & Puff Daddy Life After Death

9) I can fill you wit real millionaire sh*t (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it, buy a new one
Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run
I know you sick of this, name brand n*gga with
Flows, girls say he’s sweet like licorice
So get with this n*gga, it’s easy
Girlfriend, here’s a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that’s Persian
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin’

“Hypnotize” Life After Death

10) I let my tape rock ’til my tape popped/
Smokin’ weed on Bambu, sippin’ on Private Stock/
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match/
Remember Rappin’ Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha/
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far/
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

“Juicy” Ready To Die

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