What is Biggie?
1.
A very popular East coast rapper during the 90's. A lot of people called Christopher "Biggie Smalls" Wallace a pussy for not dissing Tupac. Biggie grew out of childish games like those and instead tried to be the best father for his little girl. While I don't wish for you two go too far, just give Biggie some respect, insteading of fighting with Tupac he cared for his daughter and tried his best to entertain YOU.
"Man Biggie is a real role model for, showing that kinda love for his daughter and fans"
2.
short for notorious big aka Christopher G Wallace
1973-1997
biggie's mah favorite rapper yo for real
3.
a nickname given to Christopher G. Wallace, also known as the Notorious B.I.G., who would have gone on to be one of the greatest rappers of all time, if he had not been shot and killed on the morning of March 9, 1997 in Los Angeles..it is said that his killing was payback for the previous September's(1996) killing of Tupac Shakur
Rest In Peace, Biggie Smalls
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4.
Wendy's answer to "Supersize" or a shorter version of Notorious BIG.
Would you like to biggie size your fries for just 49 cents?
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5.
Biggie smalls aka The Notorious B.I.G. The greatest rapper ever. I've got love for pac but his flow ain't as good as biggie. 2pac was a better poet and talked about a much greater range of topics but as a str8 rapper biggie was the greatest. His slow flow is just so remarkable, and so memorable without being commercial. It;s a shame that his discography is so limited, but almost every one of his verses is a classic.
yeah he was fat but I'm glad cos that's what gave his voice that husky quality and made all his rhymes distinctive. Skinny rappers such as 'pac and nas can sometimes sound whiney in contrast.
RIP B.I.G.
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me.
You Know that motherfucking rap phenomenon Biggie.
Look Up in the sky, is it a bird? Is it a plane?? No it's Biggie Smalls putting a choke hold, over the whole rap game.
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Greatest hip-hop lyricist and greatest flow of all times.Look at his brilliant lyrics
Suicidal Thoughts:
(RING, RING)
(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?
Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
(BANG)
(hey yo big...hey yo big)
You Are Nobody(Till Somebody kills You):
Puff Daddy]
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil -- for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
You annoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
Notorious B.I.G.
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
Strictly gun testin, coke measurin
Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin fanny, spendin chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
MWA, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
as my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear
Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all -- death
controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody til somebody kills you
*chorus*
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
Uhh, uhh
Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
Ask Nino, he know
Green with envy, the green tempts me
to make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty
live happily, ever after in laughter
Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster
And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead
Three of mine dead, nuttin left to do
but tear they ass to shreds, leave em in bloodshed
Incidents like this I take trips
Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh)
Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour
Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore
Told me meet em in the future later, they'll take me shoppin
buy me lavender and fuschia Gators
Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters
Rich bitch shit, drinkin Cristal
til they piss the shit, uhh
Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches
Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me
Reminesce on dead friends too
You're nobody til somebody kills you
*chorus* 2X
Uhh, uhh
You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right)
Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit
You ain't worth spit, just a memory
Remember he, used to push the champagne Range (I remember that)
Silly cat, all suede in the rain
Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame
before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name (what was his name?) you mean that kid
that nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine
A fuckin shame, duke's a lame, what's his name?
Darkskin Jermaine, see what I mean?
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not a big deal, not a big
wanna go to Lisa's class tonight?
No, I have a headache, I want to go home
Ok no biggie!
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