As I leave my competition repirator style, climbed the ladder to success escalator style, hold ya'll breath, I told ya'll, death controls ya'll, BIG don't fold ya'll. I spit phrases that'll thrill you, your nobody till somebody kills you. — Biggie Smalls Copy Share Image
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower bringin' if my burgalar alarm starts ringin' — Biggie Smalls Copy Share
When I die I wanna go to hell, cuz I'm a peice of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell…Crime after crime from drugs… — Biggie Smalls Copy Share
Break it down into sections, some use pipes others use injections syringe sold seperately frank the deputy quick to grab my smith-n-wessun like my… — Biggie Smalls Copy Share
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek. Your heartbeat sounds like sasquatch feet Thundering, shaking the concrete. — Biggie Smalls Copy Share
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White is here to excite and throw dick to dykes. Bitches I like em brainless. Guns I… — Biggie Smalls Copy Share
Look at u, you ain't no better walking around with ur tight sweater and long leather. You and ur friends always together no time… — Biggie Smalls Copy Share
Armed and dangerous ain't too many can bang with us straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love… — Biggie Smalls Copy Share
