I know what it's like to start the day in a full ass
Wallet completely empty, gotta go sell crack
People look at you and think you're a drug addict.
Selling drugs to all these losers, smoking weed myself all the time. But they don't know anything about daily stress -
The baby is coming soon, the bills have to be paid.
That's why you drink Tanqueray gin so you can reminisce.
And dream that your life would not be such a hell
I remember I was like you
Smoked joints with my company, rolled the dice
'Cause G-E-D 1 weren't B-O-L-L-S-I-M-I 2
I got D-E-N-L-G-I,
this is why my mom hated me 3
She had to kick me out of the house, of course
Then I realized that 5-dollar doses of crack went 20 in the South, and I started packing my bags for the unlimited power trip. Glock 19 4 to grow the funeral business for the assholes who want to stop my rapping
And what they don't know will be shown at the autopsy
Went to see Papi to get a bag of goods
Asked for larger deliveries and he didn't even try to hear me.
Smoking Newports, going crazy, I'm on trial for the assault I got caught in Bridgeport
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
Keep your revolver with you because,
No strength to live anymore
Sometimes I hear death knocking on my door.
Every day in the bustle, selling them drugs again, a new day, a new struggle.
I had a master plan
I'm in a van on my way to Maryland with my friend "Two-Teka" to make my plans come true.
His name was "Two-Teka", he carried two tekas with him 5
And when he started shooting, he asked, "Who's next?"
Amtrak 6 shawty worked for me
Carrying crack in her ass
A kilo of hashish in a cache.
I'm waiting for a baby to make some quick money, I told her she could be a partner, lied to her with three boxes.
Finally I can fall apart, do nothing
Leaned back on the couch, counting tens of thousands in stacks. Need to increase the speed
see how my people are
Toyota Deal-a-Thon cheap car against Jeep
Let's see who got there.
What are these rumors. Last I heard I'm dead with 6 bullets in my head
Then they called me, it was hard to hurt me more, we were attacked like Nino in Carter 7
Heard "Two-Tek" got killed in a city I never heard of
Some bitch named Alberta for a gun
And my chick, I swear to God, she will not betray.
I told her when she comes she'll be super rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home at three
I take care of the whole family.
Real gangster, that's me, smoking weed
Every day I have no rest.
Constantly corpse after corpse and our mayor Giuliani
Doesn't want to see the black reach the level of John Gotti
My daughter already goes to the potty, she is older
I'm street trained
I will become a role model for her
I spend some money on girls
Dealing with dead junkies, I see syringes
In the veins, it's hard to explain how I survived at all.
Smoking weed with crack has a weird effect on my brain.
From the beginning of the day until sunset, constantly, effortlessly
Got drunk on Moët champagne, can't pack it yet
because it's still wet
But when it dries, I pack five at a time
I see about nine in line to cash out
I have both the first and third, repeat, here is my word
Cool in this game, D knew my name
Should I finish?
Hell no, even if they intimidate me
Yo, they have eight, and I have a tech with holes
That's how this life goes in the struggle
No strength to live anymore
I know what it's like to start the day in a full ass
Wallet completely empty, gotta go sell crack
People look at you and think you're a drug addict.
Selling drugs to all these losers, smoking weed myself all the time. But they don't know anything about daily stress -
The baby is coming soon, the bills have to be paid.
That's why you drink Tanqueray gin so you can reminisce.
And dream that your life would not be such a hell
I remember I was like you
Smoked joints with my company, rolled the dice
'Cause G-E-D 1 weren't B-O-L-L-S-I-M-I 2
I got D-E-N-L-G-I,
this is why my mom hated me 3
She had to kick me out of the house, of course
Then I realized that 5-dollar doses of crack went 20 in the South, and I started packing my bags for the unlimited power trip. Glock 19 4 to grow the funeral business for the assholes who want to stop my rapping
And what they don't know will be shown at the autopsy
Went to see Papi to get a bag of goods
Asked for larger deliveries and he didn't even try to hear me.
Smoking Newports, going crazy, I'm on trial for the assault I got caught in Bridgeport
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
Keep your revolver with you because,
No strength to live anymore
Sometimes I hear death knocking on my door.
Every day in the bustle, selling them drugs again, a new day, a new struggle.
I had a master plan
I'm in a van on my way to Maryland with my friend "Two-Teka" to make my plans come true.
His name was "Two-Teka", he carried two tekas with him 5
And when he started shooting, he asked, "Who's next?"
Amtrak 6 shawty worked for me
Carrying crack in her ass
A kilo of hashish in a cache.
I'm waiting for a baby to make some quick money, I told her she could be a partner, lied to her with three boxes.
Finally I can fall apart, do nothing
Leaned back on the couch, counting tens of thousands in stacks. Need to increase the speed
see how my people are
Toyota Deal-a-Thon cheap car against Jeep
Let's see who got there.
What are these rumors. Last I heard I'm dead with 6 bullets in my head
Then they called me, it was hard to hurt me more, we were attacked like Nino in Carter 7
Heard "Two-Tek" got killed in a city I never heard of
Some bitch named Alberta for a gun
And my chick, I swear to God, she will not betray.
I told her when she comes she'll be super rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home at three
I take care of the whole family.
Real gangster, that's me, smoking weed
Every day I have no rest.
Constantly corpse after corpse and our mayor Giuliani
Doesn't want to see the black reach the level of John Gotti
My daughter already goes to the potty, she is older
I'm street trained
I will become a role model for her
I spend some money on girls
Dealing with dead junkies, I see syringes
In the veins, it's hard to explain how I survived at all.
Smoking weed with crack has a weird effect on my brain.
From the beginning of the day until sunset, constantly, effortlessly
Got drunk on Moët champagne, can't pack it yet
because it's still wet
But when it dries, I pack five at a time
I see about nine in line to cash out
I have both the first and third, repeat, here is my word
Cool in this game, D knew my name
Should I finish?
Hell no, even if they intimidate me
Yo, they have eight, and I have a tech with holes
That's how this life goes in the struggle
USA
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The Notorious B.I.G.- the most famous pseudonym of an American rapper named Christopher George Lator Wallace(English) Christopher George Latore Wallace ) (May 21, Brooklyn, New York - March 9, Los Angeles, California). He also performed under pseudonyms Biggie Smalls, Frank White.
Biography
Biggie's murder brought public attention to the so-called. "rap war" and called for reconciliation on both sides. Both coast rappers such as Snoop Dogg, Chuck D, Doug E. Fresh and others attended a summit held by Louis Farrakhan in Chicago, where they signed a unity pact that included a combined tour and album. Sean "Puffy" Combs was unable to show up for this meeting, but, like Ice-T and Ice Cube, sent his people as support. Ice Cube also canceled two shows he had scheduled in Los Angeles out of respect for the deceased rapper. After the death of Biggie and Tupac Shakur, their joint single "Stop the Gunfight" was released, recorded several years earlier.
Discography
Albums
- 1995 Conspiracy (with Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
The original pseudonym "Biggie Smalls" Christopher borrowed from the gangster from the movie "Let's Do It Again".
see also
Links
- Official site (English)
| The Notorious B.I.G. | |
|---|---|
| Albums | Ready to Die · Life After Death · Born Again · Duets: The Final Chapter |
| Collections | Greatest Hits · Notorious |
| Collaborative Albums | Conspiracy |
| Singles | « |
No strength to live anymore
I know what it's like to start the day in a full ass
Wallet completely empty, gotta go sell crack
People look at you and think you're a drug addict.
Selling drugs to all these losers, smoking weed myself all the time. But they don't know anything about daily stress
The baby is coming soon, the bills have to be paid.
That's why you drink Tanqueray gin so you can reminisce.
And dream that your life would not be such a hell
I remember I was like you
Smoked joints with my company, rolled the dice
'Cause G-E-D1 weren't B-O-L-L-S-I-M-I2
I got D-E-N-L-G-I,
this is why my mom hated me
She had to kick me out of the house, of course
Then I realized that 5-dollar doses of crack went 20 in the South, and I started packing my bags for the unlimited power trip. Glock 194 to grow the funeral business for the assholes who want to stop my rapping
And what they don't know will be shown at the autopsy
Went to see Papi to get a bag of goods
Asked for larger deliveries and he didn't even try to hear me.
Smoking Newports, going crazy, I'm on trial for the assault I got caught in Bridgeport
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
Keep your revolver with you because,
No strength to live anymore
Sometimes I hear death knocking on my door.
Every day in the bustle, selling them drugs again, a new day, a new struggle.
I had a master plan
I'm in a van on my way to Maryland with my friend "Two-Teka" to make my plans come true.
His name was "Two-Teka", he carried two tekas with him
And when he started shooting, he asked “Who is next?”
Amtrak6 shawty worked for me
Carrying crack in her ass
A kilo of hashish in a cache.
I'm waiting for a baby to make some quick money, I told her she could be a partner, lied to her with three boxes.
Finally I can fall apart, do nothing
Leaned back on the couch, counting tens of thousands in stacks. Need to increase the speed
see how my people are
Toyota Deal-a-Thon cheap car against Jeep
Let's see who got there.
What are these rumors. Last I heard I'm dead with 6 bullets in my head
Then they called me, it was hard to hurt me more, we were attacked like Nino in Carter 7
Heard "Two-Tek" was killed in a city I've never heard of
Some bitch named Alberta for a gun
And my chick, I swear to God, she will not betray.
I told her when she comes she'll be super rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home at three
I take care of the whole family.
Real gangster, that's me, smoking weed
Every day I have no rest.
Constantly corpse after corpse and our mayor Giuliani
Doesn't want to see the black reach the level of John Gotti
My daughter already goes to the potty, she is older
I'm street trained
I will become a role model for her
I spend some money on girls
Dealing with dead junkies, I see syringes
In the veins, it's hard to explain how I survived at all.
Smoking weed with crack has a weird effect on my brain.
From the beginning of the day until sunset, constantly, effortlessly
Got drunk on Moët champagne, can't pack it yet
because it's still wet
But when it dries, I pack five at a time
I see about nine in line to cash out
I have both the first and third, repeat, here is my word
Cool in this game, D knew my name
Should I finish?
Hell no, even if they intimidate me
Yo, they have eight, and I have a tech with holes
That's how this life goes in the struggle
Translation http://dopium.ru/lyrics/0/2682/2683/2689/song
intro:
(Fuck you all you fucking whores) High five, bro!
Yes, this album is dedicated to all the teachers who told me
that I will never achieve anything. To all those who lived in houses,
where I did my business, and called the "cops".
But I was just trying to make money
to feed their daughters. Dedicated to all boys
that they don’t give up, you get it, what am I talking about?
Yeah, it's all right, baby, bye, bye, yeah...
Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.
It was my dream, I read the magazine "Word Up"
Sticking out the pictures "Salt" n "Pepa" and "Heavy D" in a limousine,
The walls were hung with pictures instead of wallpaper
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl,
I listened to their cassettes to the holes, smoked "weed"
And drinking cheap beer, I had a red and black jacket
And on the head is a baseball cap, in the color of a kurtofan,
I still remember laying "Rappin' Duke"
Would you fucking believe hip-hop would take me this far
Now I'm in the spotlight 'cause I rhyme well
It's time to get your dough, blowing everything around to smithereens,
I was born a sinner, the opposite of a winner
I remember choking on sardines for lunch
Hello "Ron G", "Brucey B", "Kid Capri",
"Funkmaster Flex", "Lovebug Starsky",
I rip off heads like you boys expected
Call home, same number, same area
All nishtyak!
Chorus: female vocals
Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.
From an ordinary thief, I became one who personally knows "Robin Leach" *
Now I live a completely different life
All day long I smoke weed with my homies
I love Brooklyn, Moet and Alize hits the brain
Girls used to make fun of me
Now they're flooding with letters and missing me
I never thought that this would happen, thanks to Rap,
Armed to the teeth and got other stray,
Now the chicks are circling over me like flies over honey
From the Mississippi to the East Coast
Boy in Queens, smoke weed for weeks
To listen to "Biggie Smalls" people are pushing the box office
Now I live without fear at my chick
Earrings in the ears, with stones of 5 carats each,
Breakfasts, dinners, interviews in one stream,
I was considered a fool, kicked out of school
It's all because of the stereotypes about blacks,
Yes, okay, everything is nishtyak!
Yeah, if you didn't know, now you know...
Chorus: female vocals
You know very well who you are
Don't let them get in your way, reach for the stars
It's time for you, just don't go far,
You are the only one to whom I give everything.
Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.
"Super Nintendo" "Sega Genesis"
When I was poor I couldn't imagine it
Hefty telly, leather, bucks-colored sofa,
Two cars, a chauffeured limousine
Phone bills for 2000 per month,
And I'm not worried, my accountant will ruin everything,
All my party anneals in full,
Every day is a holiday, no more dorms,
I remember my one-room kennel
Now my mother is like pimps, all in furs,
She loves to brag about her son, of course
Smiles every time he sees my face in "The Source"
We always had scandals at home when the owner ran over,
There was no heating, we did not celebrate Christmas,
Birthdays were the worst days of my life
And now we drink champagne to quench our thirst
Yeah, damn it, I like my current life
After all, I went the way "from rags to riches"
And everything...
(Everything is good)
And if you didn't know, now you know, boy, yeah
Yeah, yeah... and if you didn't know, now you do, boy
Yeah... and if you didn't know, now you know, boy, yeah...
I represent Brooklyn, Junior Mafia, that's cool, uh-huh
Yep, it's all good...
*Robin Leach. Robin Leach. Creator and presenter of the popular program "Life of the Rich and Famous" in the 80s and 90s.
