Biggie (The Notorious B.I.G.) quotes

You're mad 'cause my style you're admiring

Don't be mad, UPS is hiring (Woo!)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine

Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine

If I wasn't in the rap game

I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game

Because the streets is a short stop

Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot

Birthdays was the worst days

Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis

When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this

To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'

To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of

I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em

My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10

If I grew up in some suburb, I’d come out with a song about potholes-in-my-lawn. I had a sidewalk, and on it niggas sold dope and crack.

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner

You can’t be a role model and do shit that I love to do, so I don’t want to be one.

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

"If the game shakes me or breaks me

I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand"

Put money in my mom's hand

Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man

Excuse me, flows just grow through me

Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY

Miami, D.C. prefer Versace

All Philly hoes, go with Moschino

Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up

Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up

If I could take a whole fucking hood that’s used to being on some old $60 sneaker shit and make them want to get jobs and buy shit and look decent and have the latest fashions, why am I wrong?

I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

And you

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns

As I crush so-called willies, thugs and rapper-dons

Get in that ass quick-fast like Ramadan

Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

It's on, nigga, fuck all that bickerin' beef

I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper

The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors

Who's thе one you call Mr. Macho

Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?

Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out

Shit, my mama got cancer in her breast

Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed

Bullets heat-seekin', casualties need treatin'

Dumb rappers need teachin'

Lesson A: Don't fuck with B-I

Excellence is my presence, never tense

Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick

Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike

Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson

I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese

When I release you lose teeth like Little Cease

Player please blood floods your dungarees