Considered by many to be one of the greatest rappers of all time, The Notorious B.I.G. was a major figure in both hardcore hip-hop and ’90s pop music until his murder in 1997 at age 24. He’s best known for his #1 hits “Hypnotize” and “Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems,” his top 10 hits “One More Chance (Stay with Me Remix)” and “Big Poppa,” and his iconic early single “Juicy.”
In addition to his crossover hits, Biggie is known for innovative multi-syllabic lyricism and creative storytelling techniques, heard on critical favorites like “Warning,”“Suicidal Thoughts,”“Ten Crack Commandments,”“I Got A Story To Tell,” and “Gimme The Loot.”
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As a teenager, Brooklyn native Christopher Wallace started rapping as Biggie Smalls, the name of a mobster character in the 1975 action comedy Let’s Do It Again. He recorded a demo with local Bed-Stuy DJ 50 Grand, which caught the attention of Mister Cee, who was well-known as Big Daddy Kane’s DJ. Cee introduced his demo to the industry, landing him a spot in The Source’s coveted “Unsigned Hype” column in the magazine’s March 1992 issue. Sean “Puffy” Combs, a successful A&R, also heard the demo and signed Big to Uptown Records.
Biggie’s first commercially released recording was an uncredited verse on Puffy’s remix of Jamaican dancehall star Super Cat’s 1992 track “Dolly My Baby.” He followed it up with appearances on tracks by Uptown artists like Heavy D & The Boyz and Mary J. Blige. His first solo single, 1993’s “Party & Bullshit,” appeared on Uptown’s soundtrack for the comedy Who’s The Man. The song was released under the name “Big”—a Los Angeles rapper named “Biggy Smallz” was already signed to MCA Records, preventing Biggie from using his original name.
In mid-1993, Puffy left Uptown and brought Biggie with him as a founding artist of his new label Bad Boy Records. He changed his official name to “The Notorious B.I.G.” as he began to prepare his debut album. His appearance on labelmate Craig Mack’s 1994 hit “Flavor In Ya Ear (Remix)” established him as one of hip-hop’s hottest rising stars. During this period, he married singer Faith Evans, another aspiring Bad Boy star. His 1994 debut single “Juicy” and album Ready To Die, released in the fall of 1994, received critical acclaim.
In early 1995, Biggie’s second Ready To Die single “Big Poppa” became a major success, garnering heavy rotation on MTV and hitting #9 on Billboard’s Hot 100. His next single, a remix of “One More Chance,” went to #2. The Source dubbed him “The King of New York.”
Over the next three years, Biggie played a central role in making Bad Boy Records a dominant force in hip-hop and R&B music, appearing on hits with Total, 112, Ma$e, The Lox, and Puff Daddy. Big also developed his own group of friends from his neighborhood, Junior M.A.F.I.A., who released two top 20 hits and a gold-selling album in 1995. The group spawned hitmaker Lil’ Kim.
In 1996, former friend and collaborator 2Pac released “Hit Em Up,” a scathing diss track about Biggie. ’Pac believed Big and Bad Boy were responsible for his 1994 robbery and shooting in NYC, a theory aided by Biggie’s suspiciously titled track “Who Shot Ya?” Big never explicitly responded, although many fans believe his late work is filled with subliminals about ’Pac, who was killed in September 1996. His murder remains unsolved.
Biggie spent most of 1996 recording his second album and recovering from a car accident that seriously injured his leg. Biggie filmed a video for the album’s first single, “Hypnotize,” in Los Angeles in February 1997. A month later, after attending a music industry party in L.A., Biggie was gunned down in a car with three longtime friends while stopped at a red light. He was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Hospital, where he was pronounced dead 30 minutes later. His murder remains unsolved.
A week after his death, “Hypnotize” became Biggie’s first #1 pop hit, and his double album Life After Death was released to widespread acclaim and platinum sales. The album’s second single, “Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems” also went #1. In the year 2000, Life After Death was certified diamond by the R.I.A.A. for selling 10 million copies. The massive critical and commercial success of Life After Death solidified Biggie’s legacy as an icon.
Puff Daddy, who released his debut album No Way Out in the summer of 1997, hit #1 on the pop charts with his Biggie tribute “I’ll Be Missing You.” Bad Boy continued to have waves of success for over 20 years, during which time they released several posthumous Biggie albums, including 1999’s Born Again, 2005’s Duets: The Final Chapter, and 2017’s The King & I (with Faith Evans). In 2009, Fox released a biopic, Notorious, directed by George Tillerson, Jr, and produced by Puff Daddy and Big’s former managers.
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Biggie has remained a fixture in pop culture and an influence on generations of rappers and songwriters.
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[Verse 1]
Instagram hoes shouldn't be yall goals Look past the post, she photoshopped her rolls Filter so bright she don't think black glows That 30-inch weave is to cover her back rolls It's shocking to you but not to me People turning insecurities to mockeries Shit I could be thin or overweight, won't bother me I'm still choose Burger King over broccoli I love every inch of my body don't compare me to shawty Size 7 or 11, I'm a still be a hottie I dial 0 to the lobby, chop up my steak like karate Send it up with 10 cups cause I drink pop like a hobby I'm thinking rooftop party, hell yeah its bout to go up Till shorty put her finger down her mouth she tryna throwup So she won't gain weight from listening to the hate Can't give her food for thought She'll think her brain gaining weight Eating disorders, scarier than horrors She in a buffet and only order a water Yeah it's that cray, it make you fight yo craves Stretch marks in a bikini, I'm that damn brave I used to think model type meant skinny ass fuck Until Ashley Graham came through and started fucking shit up On cover after cover with no tummy tuck Straight served with her curves and got her money up
[Hook]
Call it Biggie Smalls , call it Biggie Smalls (Call It) Call it Biggie Smalls, call it Biggie Smalls (Call It) Call it Biggie Smalls ,call it Biggie Smalls (Call It) Call it Biggie Smalls, call it Biggie Smalls (Call It) Medium, big or small, I love you all (Love you) Big or small, I love you all, (love you) Big or small, I love you all (love you) Big or small its who you are Who killed 2pac and biggie. Related![]()
[Verse 2]
Small , medium , large, extra large, and 4X Size is just size one ain't better than the next Reaching for my food is the only time I stretch Can't you see I love me and I'm feeling my best Confidence on 10 I can't break like commercials Try again and again like you in rehearsal Stripes on my body looking like Tony the Tiger Shit so fire, everybody inspired Body of all shapes no difference they all great I'm eating out the pot if you make me a small plate You could call me fat or anything under the sun (I don't care) Afterwards I'm a still go buy a honey bun (Yup) Idolize the wrong ones, man its clear as day Go to doctors to get implants but they rent ain't paid Straight up, fuck dude if he don't like small boobs Manipulating yo mind like he been to law school Give him the boot like thigh highs tell that nigga 'bye bye' Nigga point my flaws out , we bout to play Eye-Spy I spy a nigga with a big ass head And we ain't talking about that one between his legs If you ain't got no ass just hit a couple squats Ain't no need for a doc to inject butt shots Don't turn to the media looking for what's hot They'll steer yo ass wrong like drivers drinking Ciroc Epic fail on the scale, but she still looking swell Gotta get well be like a snail come up outta that shell Think she big like a whale the other think she too frail Both gotta understand that they gorgeous ass hell PhotosBiggie Smalls Juicy Lyrics![]()
[Hook]
Call it Biggie Smalls , call it Biggie Smalls (Call It) Call it Biggie Smalls, call it Biggie Smalls (Call It) Call it Biggie Smalls ,call it Biggie Smalls (Call It) Call it Biggie Smalls, call it Biggie Smalls (Call It) Medium, big or small, I love you all (Love you) Big or small, I love you all, (love you) Big or small, I love you all (love you) Big or small its who you are
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Huh, huh, lock your windows Close your doors Biggie Smalls, huh, yeah 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 your 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 number one 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 paper at? Well, he's stickin' you and taking all your money Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 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 [Incomprehensible] 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 Well, he's stickin' you and taking all your money Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet But money looks sweet in the Isuzu jeep (Where at?) Man, I throw him in the beem, you grab the fucking cream 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 Take that, motherfuckers [Incomprehensible]
Yeah, motherfuckers better know
Huh, huh, lock your windows Close your doors Biggie Smalls, huh, yeah 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 your 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 number one 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 paper at? Well, he's stickin' you and taking all your money Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 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 [Incomprehensible] 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 Well, he's stickin' you and taking all your money Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet But money looks sweet in the Isuzu jeep (Where at?) Man, I throw him in the beem, you grab the fucking cream 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 Take that, motherfuckers [Incomprehensible] Comments are closed.
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