HIP HOP DIED 10 YEARS AGO ON MARCH 9th 1997…. Don't forget that if it
wasn't for BIG, we wouldn't have the 10 crack commandments or how he
taught us to party and bullshit but gave us a warning that having mo
money brings mo problems, he knew he was ready to die before going back
to cali, but all he wanted was the loot for him and his bitch, a couple
of notorious thugs on the road to riches and diamond rings while
dreaming of fuckin some r & b bitches along the way to his life after
death,a young G, with a perspective that the skys the limit he was
brooklyns finest with a story to tell about kickin the door wavin the 44
with some machine gun funk, but fuck the lesson from the smith and
wesson, shits depressin how niggas kept streessin the same fuckin
question, unbelievable how yall was dead wrong about how many shots it
would take, but knew that if his heart stopped and his body started to
shake he would die before he awaked, he already knew the world was
filled with pimps and hoes, he blew up before the world trade, check the
gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666, he came live from bedford
stuyvesant he represented bk to the fullest, the livest one, the rap
phenomenom, the merciless, notorious for fuckin bitches from the back,
leavin the club typsy mixin jamaican rum and whiskey, he stepped in
where the hoes and the mo was at, hypnotized in the back of the club
sipping moet is where you found him, or in belize smokin trees with a
bad spanish mami between his knees, money, hoes and clothes, he only
talks about what he knows, his mom Voletta always smiled when his face
was up on the source but he never thought it could happen this rap and
stuff, and we never thought we would lose the greatest rapper of all time
on march 9th 1997……we'll always love Big Poppa……BIG
FOREVER…..

written by chris vidal in memory of the late great notorious big-christopher wallace