why do you love big

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why dont you love big

― s trife, Monday, 19 August 2002 09:41 (twenty-three years ago)

conversations
blunts in rotation
my man big jacques got the glock in his waist and
were smoking
drinking
got the hooker thinkin
if money smell bad then this nigga big is stinkin
is it my charm ?
i got the hookers eatin out my palm
she grabbed my arm and said
LETS LEAVE CALM
im hittin skins again
rolled up another blunt bought a heineken
niggaz start to loke out
a kid got choked out
blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
YO CHILL MAN CHILL

rip chris w, five years since you left us and still none iller

― simon trife (simon_tr), Monday, 19 August 2002 09:49 (twenty-three years ago)

Frank White the desperado
Used to rock the all black Movado
The all black Eldorado.
All that and a bottle of Don P
Niggaz can't harm me, I keep the army.
Is Brooklyn in the house? - Without a doubt
I'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about
check it out: guns I bust em
Problems with my wife: don't discuss em
Coups and lier jets I lust them
Finger prints I dust them. Recent address
Stuck you for your stash in your pissy mattress
Your mom's a actress. Didn't wanna show me the thing
It's okay, she was old anyway. I display
Hot 97 rhyme ready. Cocked Mac-11, line steady.
Like Tevin Campbell I'm ready to do what I do
Continuously to GET MONEY

― bo, Monday, 19 August 2002 09:54 (twenty-three years ago)

what is yr line on hentai porn simon?

― mark s (mark s), Monday, 19 August 2002 10:00 (twenty-three years ago)

mark s
so crazy!

'i may be a big black ugly dude but i got style. i kinda uplifted big black ugly dudes for real.' - big

never forget, life after death was the first real rap cd to go ten times plat DIAMOND!!!

did you know: big wanted the first single from ready to die to be on the hardcore lick with machine gun funk, puff instead convinced him to go with juicy instead because it 'explained the biggie story'

― si trife (simon_tr), Monday, 19 August 2002 10:16 (twenty-three years ago)

and born again is his secret best cd, dont nap on the methodical burn of dead wrong!!

― simon tr (simon_tr), Monday, 19 August 2002 10:57 (twenty-three years ago)

haha thats it for me then so peace kids im out

― SIMON TRIFE (simon_tr), Tuesday, 20 August 2002 06:35 (twenty-three years ago)

Sick of mama screaming that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie
Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby-mama screaming "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts
Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the bills
And being broke and 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit)
Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, nigga please,
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't leave

― bo, Tuesday, 20 August 2002 10:19 (twenty-three years ago)

the doctor said i need about three weeks of recovery
but the nurses is lovin me
sayin
the best part of the day is my half
feedin me breakfast and givin me a spongebath
niggaz say i die dead in the streets
nigga im gettin high gettin head on the beach
chillin
sittin on about half a million
with all my niggaz all my guns all my women
next two years i should see about a billion
all from another drug dealin
got no love for the other side fuck them tricks
any repercussion junior mafia spits clips
all the time
big poppa kick the raw rhymes
raw flows
and thats how it goes

on the road to riches and diamond rings
real niggaz do real things
hangin with the bitches is the song i sing
REAL NIGGAZ DO REAL THINGS!

― s triiiife (simon_tr), Tuesday, 20 August 2002 10:28 (twenty-three years ago)

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good

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To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes

― lil missy, Wednesday, 21 August 2002 11:43 (twenty-three years ago)

i think probably the best reason to love big is because he appeared in the hypnotize video with a noticeable limp and a cane, hobbling away from the international super agents out to get him. he didn't have to look like a gimp, but he did, and the worlds greatest hiphop dance was borne out of this, the biggie shuffle (ref: the chorus bit).

"i used to be as strong as ripple be, until lil cease crippled me"

― boxcubed (boxcubed), Wednesday, 28 August 2002 05:07 (twenty-three years ago)

one month passes...

:`(

― s trife (simon_tr), Thursday, 10 October 2002 08:14 (twenty-three years ago)

one month passes...

this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me i'd never amount to nothin'. to all the people who lived above the buildings i was hustlin' from who called the police on me when i was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter, and all the n- in the struggle, you know what i'm sayin?

it's all good baby baby.

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Thursday, 14 November 2002 20:22 (twenty-two years ago)

and if you don't know, now you know.

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Thursday, 14 November 2002 20:23 (twenty-two years ago)

She's sayin' I dissed her 'cause I'm fuckin' her sister
A message to the fellas, that really gets'em pissed, uh
But she started that fuckin' family
She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me?
Plus your sister look better than you
Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
So break the fuck out like a rash
I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Thursday, 14 November 2002 21:47 (twenty-two years ago)

new answer:

that intro on blueprint 2 that just plays juicy

― boxcubed (boxcubed), Friday, 15 November 2002 03:25 (twenty-two years ago)

one year passes...

Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
Niggaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong

― scg, Friday, 25 June 2004 20:32 (twenty-one years ago)

I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kiddy
Drinkin liquor out my mumma's titty
And smokin' weed was an everyday thing in my household,
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless,
them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hurt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner

― scg, Friday, 25 June 2004 20:37 (twenty-one years ago)

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
(What's Love, Got to Do)
when I'm rippin all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk baby

― benito mussolinington (dubplatestyle), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:40 (twenty-one years ago)

Are you confused
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes
Of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies
No one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams
How could you do me like that ?
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
Made you a man again
And now you let tha fear put your ass in a place
Complicated to escape
It's a fools fate
Without your word
Your a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nigga
We can never be friends
I know i'm runnin' through your head now
What could you do ?
If it was up to you
I'd be dead now
I let tha world know nigga you a coward
You could never be live
Until you die
See tha mothafuken bitch in your eye
Type of nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me
When ya see me nigga
Ya better holla at me

― scg, Friday, 25 June 2004 20:46 (twenty-one years ago)

Who the fuck is this?
Pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
Now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
See who’s this pagin me and why..
It’s my nigga pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
Slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them niggaz from the hill up in brownsville?
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my nigga fame up in prospect
Nah dem my people nah love wouldn’t disrespect
i didn’t day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank fame for warnin me now I’m warnin you
i got the mac biggie
tell me what you wanna do...

― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Friday, 25 June 2004 21:06 (twenty-one years ago)

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