Frasi di The Notorious B.I.G.

“Chi ti ha sparato? Separa il debole dall'obsoleto, è difficile strisciare per quelle vie di Brooklyn, | è guerra negro, fanculo quei piccoli bisticci.”

“Sette, questa è così sottovalutata, | tieni la tua famiglia e gli affari completamente separati, | i soldi e il sangue non si mischiano, come 2 cazzi e nessuna donna!”

“Era tutto un sogno, | leggevo la rivista Word Up, | le Salt'n'Pepa e Heavy D nelle limousine, | appendevo foto sul mio muro, | tutti i sabati Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl.”

“Calcio nella porta, agitando la calibro 4-4, | tutto quello che avete sentito era "Poppa non colpirmi più.”

“Adoro quando mi chiami Big Pop-pa.”

“Stai lontano dalla timidezza, opera delle mosse solo quando c'è dentro il tuo cuore e vivi la frase: Il cielo è il limite.”

“I compleanni sono stati i giorni peggiori; ora sorseggiamo champagne quando abbiamo sete.”

“Never get high on your ownly supply.”

“There's gonna' be a lotta slow singin' and flower bringin' if my burglar alarm starts ringin.”

“Black and ugly as ever, however I stay Coogi down to the socks, rings and watch filled with Rocks.”

“I love it when you call me Big Poppa; throw your hands in the air if you's a true player.”

“I'm blowin' up like you thought I would, call the crib up, same number same hood, its all good.”

“Is Brooklyn in the house? Without a doubt, I'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about.”

“Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable. Getting mad blunted in the S-500.”

“Goodness Gracious The Paper! Where the Cash at? Where the Stash at?”

“It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine. Salt-n-Peppa, Heavy D up in tha limousine. Hangin' pictures on my wall, every Saturday rap attack, Mr. Magic Marley Marl. I let my tape rock till my tape pop, smoking weed and bamboo, sippin' on Private Stock. Way back, when I had the red-and-black lumberjack, with the hat to match. Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha duh-ha, you never thought that hip hop would take it this far. Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight. Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade! Born sinner, the opposite of a winner. Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner.”

“Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis. When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this.”

“I made a change from a common thief, to up-close and personal with Robin Leach, and I'm far from cheap. I smoke skunk with my peeps all day, spread love it's the Brooklyn way. The moet and alize keeps me pissy. Girls used to diss me, now they write letters cuz they miss me. I never thought it could happen this rapping stuff. I was too used to packing gats and stuff. Now honeys play me close like butter played toast, from the Mississippi down to the East Coast. Condos in queens, indoor for weeks. sold out seats to hear Biggy Smalls speak. Living life without fear, putting 5 carats in my baby girls ears. Lunchies, brunchies. Interviews by the pool, considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school. Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood and it's still all good.”

“Forget the telly, we just go to the crib, watch a movie in the Jacuzzi and smoke Ls while you do me.”

“Birthdays was the worst days; now we sip champagne when we're thirsty.”

“Damn right I like the life I live, 'cause I went from negative to positive.”

“I only got beef with those that violate me; I shall annihilate thee.”

“Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight. Laid back, I got some money to make. Motherfucker!”

“I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali.”

“B-I-G P-O-P-P-A; no info for the DEA.”