We’ll Always Love Big Poppa!

Brooklyn raised me.

Yes, my parents had their involvement, but Brooklyn taught me how to live life. And it’s only right as a Brooklynite that I observe Biggie Day.

The only Christopher we acknowledge is Wallace.

Born and raised in Brooklyn, Christopher Wallace/The Notorious B.I.G./Biggie Smalls/Biggie is easily ranked on of the greatest and most influential rappers of all time. In the 80s, he attended Bishop Loughlin Memorial High School before transferring out to attend George Westinghouse Career and Technical Education High School—where DMX, Jay-Z and Busta Rhymes also attended at the time. His rapping started as a teenager; he entertained people on the streets and performed with local. In the early 90s, after spending some time in jail for a crack cocaine charge, Big made a demo tape under the name Biggie Smalls. It got into the hands of Hot97’s Mister Cee and heard by the editor of The Source. Throughout the course of his career, he worked with artists and industry professionals like Sean Combs (Diddy), Heavy D & the Boyz, Mary J. Blidge, LL Cool J, Craig Mac, and Faith Evans—they were hitched in 1994. March 7th, 1996: Big was in Los Angeles for the Soul Train Awards. The following evening, he went to a Vibe Magazine party. Leaving the party the morning of March 9th, Big stopped at a red light. A dark colored Chevy Impala pulled up, the driver’s window rolled down, and four shots were fired and struck Big from a 9mm blue-steel pistol. he was pronounced dead at 1:15 a.m..

If you don’t know, now you know…

Biggie was a foodie! With his food references, he touched on struggle meals to fine dining, telling stories of his childhood dinners in comparison to splurging on dishes.

“Born sinner, the opposite of a winner, remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner”- Juicy, 1995


shop_butter_pack_largeIn “Sky’s the Limit,” he strikes a nostalgic nerve:
Here comes respect: his crew’s your crew or they might be next
Look at they man eye, big man, they never try
So we rolled with ’em, stole with ’em.
I mean loyalty: n**gaz bought me milks at lunch.
The milks was chocolate; the cookies, buttercrunch.

“Sky’s the Limit” is Biggie’s rags-to-riches life story. This part of the song is about his school days. He was hard, tough, and his classmates were loyal to him out of fear and respect—so loyal, they bought his chocolate milk and buttercrunch cookies.

Buttercrunch cookies will always be a hood staple.


In “I Love The Dough” he contemplates seafood:
Country house, tennis courts, and horseback
Ridin’, decidin’: cracked crab or lobster?
Who says mobsters don’t prosper?


In “Unbelievable” Big talks a little about gun-play:
Hunt me or be hunted: I got three hundred fifty seven ways to simmer, sauté.

Letting go a full magazine of his .357 handgun, that heat will cook you!


d3fd633a40dd8a5294ed194e790aee4eJumping back to Juicy: “Juicy”:
The Moet and Alizé 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



“Hypnotize” was a childhood favorite, cussing and all:
I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit: escargot.
My car go
160, swiftly. Wreck it, buy a new one –
Your crew run run run; your crew run run.


75060313406c4a5cbd5496dfc1e4b8b2And the forever favorite “Big Poppa”:
We can rendezvous at the bar around two.
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil’ Cease.
Pull the truck up front and roll up the next blunt,
So we can steam on the way to the telly. Go fill my belly –
T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch’s grape.
Conversate for a few, ’cause in a few, we gon’ do what we came to do.
Ain’t that right, Boo? (True.)



From a freestyle with DJ Mister Cee:
All it’s taking, is some marijuana and I’m making
MCs break fast, like flapjacks and bacon.

Biggie’s legacy will live on forever.

Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirsty- Juicy

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