NOTORIOUS B.I.G. Fans


THAMES

Active Member
Rembering Biggie in his own words.


This week marks the 7th anniversary of the death of Christopher Wallace (aka ... Juicy, Biggie Smalls, The Notorious B.I.G.) He was gunned down March 9, 1997. If you are a fan of Hip-Hop, you will be able to appreciate the contributions he made to Rap Music and enjoy this tribute that some fan took time to make.



Tribute to the Notorious B.I.G... (click link)
http://www.ni9e.com/typo/typo_biggie.html

I thought this was pretty cool.
 

SONNY

The Future of Omega!!!!
We will miss you BIG.


"The World is Filled with...." (lyrics)

When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I f*ck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin birds till they flock see you later
Whether, drunk or high, skunk or thai
***** play against some playa sh&t, slugs gon fly
Ain't no lie, pimped out, the SSI
***** don't ask why, just respect it
She bought me the necklace, the bracelet
The Benz-o, she laced it
Crib-o, got it, interior decorated
Now my popularity grew, in each state
Now I got two in each state
Used to drink brew and eat steak
Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates
 

j-state_tiger06

(T'06 for short)
Long Kiss Goodnight

I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease
Ni**a please
Blood floods yo dungarees
And that's just a half of my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
than the average playa hater, and spectators
Buy my CD twice
They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice
But that's on the low doe'
be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show
I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change ni**as
snort-cane ni**as
extortion came quicker
Bought the Range' ni**a
Ya still tickle me
I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me
Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be
The games sour like like a pickle be
Ya'll know da rules
Move from BK ta New Jerus
Thinkin bout, all the planes we flew
B*****s, we ran through
Now da years new
I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Mutha*****s mad cuz I blew, ni**as envious
Too many ni**as on my d**k, s**t's strenuous
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed ya
I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya)
Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothing
Catch canes, come out frontin
Smokin something
Sippin White Russians, b***h in the Benz bumpin
I laced it wit the basic
6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase s**t, face it
We hard ta hit
Guard ya s**t, for I stick you, for ya re-up
Wipe the "P" up
Mix shots, "work ya seat up"
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
LONG KISS
 
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