notorious big most intricate rhyme scheme

[pointproven214]

When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
Either I'm witcha or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin to the rap inventor
nikka wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed -- sticky green
No seeds bytch please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my dikk sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues

 

[really tho]

can you elaborate why?

 

[Tom Foolery]

Hah, sicker than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct nikkas don't think shyt stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there every night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently nikkas fronting ain't saying nothing (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packing, asking who want it, you got it nikka flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshyt, we're on it

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meaning who's really the shyt
Them nikkas ride dikks, Frank White push the sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gonna blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nikka rappin bout blunts and broads
t*ts and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shh)
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, till you nikkas come and get me

I can fill ya wit real millionaire shyt (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 nikka wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nikka, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you working (uh)
for certain, Poppa freaking, not speaking
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, dikk black like Toby (Obe...Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)

 

[pointproven214]

can you elaborate why?

well he had alot of internal rhymes complex rhyme schemes etc

 

[Tflasha]

Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust, label us "Notorious"
Thug ass nikkas that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all nikkas be scrambling, gambling
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
nikka you should too, if you knew what this game'll do to you
Been in this shyt since '92, look at all the bullshyt I been through!
So-called beef with you-know-who
fukked a few female stars or two
nikka, blue light, nikka, move like Mike, shyt
Not to be fukked with
Motherfukker better duck quick 'cause
Me and my dogs love to buck shyt
fukk the luck shyt, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit your game, talk your shyt
Grab your Gat, call your clique
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them nikkas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, nikka: die slowly
I'mma tell you like a nikka told me
Cash rules everything around me
shyt lyrically, nikkas can't see me
fukk it, buy the coke
Cook the coke, cut it
Know the bytch 'fore you caught yourself loving it
nikka with a Benz fukkin' it
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes
Who's the killer, me or you?

 

[Farrinto]

ive deleted all my rap music collection

im going to be on this fukk rap shyt forever

I wonder whatever happened to this