THE GREATEST RAPPER OF ALL TIME DIED ON MARCH 9TH
FunkyFlatulent
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POST YOUR FAVORITE VERSES OR MEMORIES. IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS. RIP BIG 
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Oh man, where to begin? The greatest rapper of all time. Ten years, and I know exactly where I was the moment I heard the news. Rest in peace Biggie Smalls.
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
Im livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
Another day, another struggle
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you'se the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they dont know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
Thats why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce
And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s
Cause g-e-d, wasnt b-i-g
I got p-a-i-d, thats why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenties down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they dont know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasnt tryin to hear it
Smoking mad newports cause Im due in court
For an assault, that I caught, in bridgeport, new york
Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
I had the master plan
Im in the caravan on my way to maryland
With my man two-tecs to take over this projects
They call him two-tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, whos next?
I got my honey on the amtrak
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, Im literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see whats up with my peeps
Toyota deal-a-thon had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldnt hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like nino at the carter
Heard tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she wont snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks Ill make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, shell be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true g, thats me, blowing like a bubble;
In the everyday struggle
Im seeing body after body and our mayor guiliani
Aint tryin to see no black man turn to john gotti
My daughter use a potty so shes older now
Educated street knowledge ima mold her now
Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes
Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes
In the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain
The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
Breakin days on the set, no sweat
Drunk off moet, cant bag yet because its still wet
But when that dry, baggin five at a time
I can clock about nine on the check cashin line
I had the first and the third; rehearse thats my word
Thick in the game, ds knew my first name
Should I quit? shit no! even though they had me scared
Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..
..and thats just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker
"Gimme The Loot"
[Intro:]
Yeah. Motherfuckers better know... huh, huh. Lock your windows,
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh...yeah.
[Verse One:]
My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbing motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes, love love you're fucking attitude
because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant
I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?
[Verse Two:]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
and I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
before you find out how blue steel feel
from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"
So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I said it the cocksucker won't forget it
[Verse Three:]
Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep
Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat...
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that...
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, getting shot on the spot
(Oh shit! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
(So why the fuck he keep looking?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true motherfucker going out for the loot
I just remembered that at a house party over the wknd I was dealing w/a very limited ipod selection and 'Unbelievable' was one of maybe two Big songs... everybody lost it for that one...
R.I.P.
Can someone ressurect that drawing (made of letters?) that was animated all slow-like?
This should read:
I know it exists somewhere.
Here you go
Typo Biggie
Truly one of my favourite rappers of all time. Wonder what would have happened if he was still around today and whether the collab album last year should make me thankful that he only produced two longplayers in his lifetime. Still waiting on those genuine acappellas.................
R.I.P.
How different would the last 10 years have been if B.I.G. was still with us? Hard to even imagine...
Biggie Smalls is the illest.
...but the Ready To Die album is MY number one Hiphop album of all time.
I heard The What before I heard Juicy and that shit just floored me...
Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
With the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked g, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz aint havin that shit
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin shit
So step away with your fist fight ways
Motherfucker this aint back in the days, but you dont hear me though
No more cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And Im down with the shit too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use kung-fu
Instead of a mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, thats what the fuck happens
When you sleep on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion aint a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they cant maintain
Damn, shit done changed
If I wasnt in the rap game
Id probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either youre slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, its hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the shits gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the sky grand pagers
Goin outta town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
Dont ask me why Im motherfuckin stressed, things done changed
RIP Biggie.
Btw, wasn't Cool C supposed to be put to death today?
get it? BIGGIE!!!
that kid??? He's from Brooklyn!!!!
ME TOO!! That beat is one of the most simple..but unforgetable I will be bringing that to the club with me tonight for sure. And one of Biggie songs had that Sylvia joint which is like my favorite 70's female track ever!!
Kinda makes me wonder if Hip Hop would have died ( r.i.p.) If people like Biggie and Big L. hadn't.
fallen rapper prototypes
question is: would Biggie have fallen off by now if he hadn't died.
not saying Biggie wasn't great, but if Nas had died after studio album #2 I think we'd feel differently about him, too.
yes