Although it has been 18 years since the Clinton Hill, Brooklyn rap legend, Christopher George Latore Wallace a.k.a Notorious B.I.G was unexpectedly murdered, his legacy through his timeless music still lives on.
Today, May 21, would have been Wallace’s 43rd birthday. While we could only imagine how many more albums he would have released, how many Barclays Center tour stops he would have made and even how he would have continued to re-invent himself musically year after year, we’re only left with dreams, memories and the rapper’s hard-core lyrics.
Let’s take a moment to reminisce on 43 lyrics, taken from B.I.G’s short yet hefty catalog, that to this day can help us all maneuver through this thing called life.
- Relax and take notes – “Dead Wrong”
- Rule nombre uno: never let no one know/how much, dough you hold, cause you know/The cheddar breed jealousy – “Ten Crack Commandments”
- I had the master plan – “Everyday Struggle”
- Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move – “Gimmie The Loot”
- Everybody getting cream/No one considered a leech – “Ni**as Bleed”
- My team supreme, stay clean – “Mo Money, Mo Problems”
- Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels – “Running Your Mouth”
- Packing, asking who want it, you got it ni**a flaunt it/That Brooklyn bullshit, we’re on it – “Hypnotize”
- This rule is so underrated/Keep your family and business completely separated – “Ten Crack Commandments”
- If I said it, I meant it/Bite my tongue for no-one – “Unbelievable”
- Pardon my French but ah, sometimes I get kinda/peeved at these, weak MC’s – “What’s Beef
- Separate the weak from the obsolete/Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets – “Who Shot Ya”
- Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre/rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. – “What’s Beef”
- May 21st/2:19, that’s when my momma water burst/No spouse in the house so she rode for self/to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help – “Respect”
- When I was dead broke, man I couldn’t picture this/50 inch screen, money green leather sofa/Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur/Phone bill about two G’s flat/No need to worry, my accountant handles that/And my whole crew is loungin’/Celebratin’ every day, no more public housin’/Thinkin’ back on my one-room shack/Now my mom pimps a Ac’ with minks on her back – “Juicy”
- I’m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now – “Machine Gun Funk”
- Condo paid for, no car payment – “Hypnotize”
- To all the ladies in the place with style and grace – “Big Poppa”
- Girls used to diss me/Now they write letters ’cause they miss me – “Juicy”
- Ask what your interests are, “who you be with”?/Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial – “Big Poppa”
- Clearly, I’m the triple beam dream – “Unbelievable”
- And it ain’t a dream things ain’t always what it seems/it’s the ones that smoke blunts witcha/see your picture, now they wanna/grab they guns and come and getcha – “Warning”
- Biggie off the street, it’s a miracle/Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me – “Machine Gun Funk”
- Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq/Country house, tennis courts on horseback/Riding deciding cracked crab or lobster/Who say mobsters don’t prosper – “I Love The Dough”
- Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather – “Going Back To Cali”
- Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews/with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues – “Things Done Changed”
- Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? – “Things Done Changed”
- It’s on, even when I was wrong I got my point across/They depicted me the boss, of course – “Sky’s The Limit”
- Next two years, I should see about a billion – “Notorious B.I.G”
- Ya brain was a terrible thing ta waste – “Sky’s The Limit
- Considered a fool ’cause I dropped out of high school/Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood – “Juicy”
- Mom said that I should grow up and check myself/before I wreck myself, disrespect myself – “Respect”
- (How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benz’s/Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous/Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream – Big Poppa
- Love me when I’m broke or when I’m filthy fuckin rich – “Me And My B*tch”
- Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps – “Who Shot Ya”
- Then we all get laced/Television’s, Versace heaven, when I’m up in em – “I Got A Story to Tell”
- Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies – “Suicidal Thoughts”
- Prayin God forgive us for being sinners, help us out – “Sky’s The Limit”
- If the game shakes me or breaks me/I hope it makes me a better man/Take a better stand/Put money in my moms hand/Get my daughter this college plan, so she don’t need no man/Stay far from timid/Only make moves when ya heart’s in it/And live the phrase Sky’s The Limit – “Sky’s The Limit
- If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East/I live out there, so don’t go there – “Going Back To Cali”
- Ni**az 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 – “Machine Gun Funk”
- Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out – “What’s Beef”
- Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way – “Juicy”
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—Biggie Smalls was the illest.