I’ll Always Love Big Poppa
March 9th is once again upon us, and every March 9th me and my man P-Funk, my favorite and best DJ in the land somehow find a way to pay tribute to Christopher Wallace, AKA Biggie Smalls, AKA Biggie, AKA, B.I.G., AKA The Notorious Big, AKA Big Poppa, AKA Frank White, AKA The King of New York. More often than not we have a show, a party, etc. etc. but this year even though we may attend a tribute show, my homegirl, Brooklyn’s Finest Diva gave me the idea to do it here in blogland. Actually she didn’t give me the idea– it was her idea and being the geek I am, I figured out how I could make it happen.
With that said let me mention my reasoning for my appreciation of Biggie (as I like to affectionately call him as seen in this post). Simply stated, I love Biggie because he sang my life to me. Away in College going from a 100% minority environment to a 3% minority environment– Biggie kept me home, kept my memories of home alive. Negative as they may be, it was like a Roberta Flack song– he was strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Sitting in classes, playing badmitton, eating hot wings and pitchers of beer that wasn’t malt liquor, barbequing with no BBQ sauce– all elements of culture shock– had me grasping for Big. Not the luxurius lifestyle but the constant every day grind– the every day struggle– hustling– every single allusion Biggie makes to hustling– I get, I recall it. I loved it because someone knew my story– and made a song about it. Then as I heard more– the robbery allusions and avoiding being stuck up made me think that Biggie was somehow my brother or my best friend who somehow learned to rap and sent the stories we had been through and news of what was going on to me– in song.
Also, Big in my opinion, in the genre, was and is the greatest lyricist of all times. His rhyme scheme was so abstract it could not be metered. A lot of people put Tupac above Big as a rapper–that’s impossible. Big has not and can not be duplicated– his look maybe– his voice maybe– his rhyme scheme and basic abstract lyricism can not be duplicated– there have been 10 or so Pacs-only one Biggie. As a phenom, as an entity, Tupac was way bigger than Big– hell people still see him at Greyhound stations or whatever. I dug Pac, he was our shining black prince, not to align him with Malcolm but he represented the abivalent situation given our generation. But as far as a rapper he was not Big.
This is my 2006 tribute to Biggie, by blog. Check out the tracks I have here, there are some tracks I guarantee you have never heard, for example Biggie & Frank Sintra tracks mixed, and a never before heard Big song that just surfaced this year “Biggie Got the Hype Shit”. Enjoy– the greatest of all times.
What a great thing to wake up to! “As weee proceeeed!!!!”….& this was what I need, right now! Keep hustlin’
TIF!!! I need that code.. email it to me!!!!
Man.. I’m here listening and It’s like WOW.. I don’t think they gone be ready for me at work today
and I must say.. I do have the biggie & frank sinatra joints.. its a album wit like 15 tracks. my Man ILL put me on.. dat man got it ALL..
gawd.. am I gone be commenting on this post all day.. cause I refuse to shut the window until Tif gives me the code..
Wow… I Needed This In My Life…
Greatest Blog Ever…
True Story…
R.I.P
Missy wrote:
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[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 robbin 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 set 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, gettin 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 lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain’t trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin 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
Sorry Missy my spam blocker kicked this comment out but YES!
“I’ve been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five” one of my favorite lines of all times, just the flow alone
and like I said he sang my life: A lil while back my man left a Tec and a nine at my crib–he had to do a bid. I didn’t take the vest though
Tif!!!!!! You’ve done it dis time! This is clearly your best Blog yet (in my humble opinion). As sit here at my desk, hungover from last nights’ over-indulgence, I can’t stop bobbing my head. I can’t stop thinking back to the night he BIG was shot. I can’t stop thinking back to the day on the YARD (Morgan’s campus) when my homie D-Carter introduced me to Biggie. He was like “YO!”, “New York Sammy broguht this underground s**t back back from home this weekend”. “This N**ga is that s**t”!! “He’s supposed to be dropping sometime this year”. “Listen”…..three songs (two of which were replayed) & a fight for/over HIS walkman later, I too was convinced that the “Big Fella” was/is/ & always will be “that s**t. (next to Pac, lol)
Thanks for being the cause of my early lunchbreak…to go mourn the King of New York…and then to take a nap!
Thanx to everyone who commented, i’m glad yall enjoy it as much as me. My first Big experience was my man Free– who had all the ill shit years before it was on the radio played Party & Bullshit for us back in the early 90’s.
Biggie-Biggie Smallz is the ILLest! RIP
Thats wasup, i see you got the Biggie joints up!!!! R.I.P. B.I.G.
mayn..yu changed my life 2day..Biggie Smalls is the illest..as we proceed..to give yu what yu need…get live..get live..Ready 2 Die….
When he droppe “Who shot YA”..the world stopped…and it still has..R.I.P Biggie…the only rapper i can bite my tongue for…
Duke was the illest and i miss him because the game is wack right now son!
That fat bastard wasn’t shit but a biter…..
look at ya - ya shakin;’ like a pair of dice!!!!!!!
The Return of Frank White….he’s the illest to do it. i still remeber that nite he died i got mad teared up like i knew that nigga..his music just told that real story about the streets and i felt it..R.I.P…peace and love
Great blog entry.
You left out “Keep Your Hands High” by Tracey Lee and Biggie.
He absolutely murdered that track.
R.I.P B.I.G You tha greatest homie the only rapper who went through all that stress and all the sucess and stayed grounded til his death…..
Real Talk the Streets miss You….
This is amazing. He was an inspiration to us all. Back in my Native Cali, Colombia (South America yall) he is mourned. Funny thing is aint no one speak english there but he was loved none the less. R.I.P Big up to Brooklyn. Ironic as I was typing this, His lyric came up “smoking cigars in Bogota with Colombian niggers named panama and enrique and shit” Don’t need to say this shit gives me goose bumps and pride as this nigga shouted out my country.
when it comes to sex…im simila to the thrilla in manila…honeyz call me bigga the condom filla
if it wasnt for BIG my sex drive wouldnt be where its at yo….big ups to BIG and his filthy lyrics
im so bored at werk…
its bec of tupac we are mourning today FACK
hip hop sucks these days
one man i would wanna see go down is ms curtis jackson
irv and ja better be planning sum shit
catz my age don’t undatz stand biggie I might be 16 but everytime I hear big I learn sumthin new jus 4 him I jam da whole ready to die cd RIP NOTORIOUS BIG
FUCK 50 cent and all the girls of ggg-unit
yo, where is “biggie got the hype shit” at? i dont see it anywhere on this page.