Closing Bell: Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, Back in Brooklyn

Things have changed a lot since biggie grew up there. Take note, t'What.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 4:30 PM

Biggie would slap you trend-sucking hispters and wannabe Brooklynites back to Iowa. Or wherever else you came from.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 4:41 PM

"Things have changed a lot since biggie grew up there. Take note, t'What."

Accept one thing... You are still a Asshat....

"Biggie would slap you trend-sucking hispters and wannabe Brooklynites back to Iowa. Or wherever else you came from."

Yep!

I know in the future the Asshats will say they was here when Big was around. LMMFAO!

The What

Someday this war is gonna end...

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 4:55 PM

i used to live around the corner from the pic...

i sure do miss that kings pizza...
definitely not the greatest, but the owner is genuine and makes it with tlc.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 4:58 PM

A friend of mine has a small part in this, they were shooting for a day near Bishop Laughlin HS. He says he thinks it's going to be a real stinker of a movie, terrible script, not such a great director or cast.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 5:14 PM

Biggie is too fat to slap anyone and he was such a pansy ass he needed a gun to intimidate anyone. Too bad Tupac didn't get him first.

As for you t'What, see that ghetto trash that made money moved out. You are just ghetto trash with no money and too stupid to go anywhere else. Loser.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 5:20 PM

what kind of shooting in Clinton Hill?

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 5:30 PM

Things have changed a lot since Biggie passed, besides stupid people moving here and calling themselves a made up name, "Brooklynites," the location of Biggie's house also used to be considered Bed Stuy.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 5:37 PM

Biggie said he came from Bed-Stuy to make himself seem more "real" He came from Clinton Hill, which just doesn't inspire much when you are a gangsta rapper.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 5:46 PM

They didn't shoot in Biggie's building. I would know since I live in it. They shot next door, and, as far as I know, it was only exterior stuff.

Also, I wish they would stop saying he was a drug dealer. Everyone knows he wasn't.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 5:56 PM

Biff, keep trying one day you'll get quote of the day.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 6:02 PM

Btw, did any of you white, asshat yuppie posers know that " The What " is the name of a Nororious BIG song?

Debut album, track 6.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 7:37 PM

Ah yes..." The What"

I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that hiv shit
And niggaz know they soft like a twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like arnold wondered
What you talkin bout willis?
The thrill is gone, the black frank white
Is here to excite and
Throw dick to dykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I want the fuckin fortune like the wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Dont tempt me [t-h-o-d
Man] you dont want to fuck with biggie

Here I am, Ill be damned if this aint some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
Its the low killer death trap, yes Im a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in december
Nigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip and
From method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, Ill be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it cant happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo Im from shaolin, island, and aint afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named trigger
Its real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your God damn door [and it goes a lil somethin like this]

Chorus:

Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips, ya dont stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on

Verse two: meth, notorious

Verse two, comin with that olde e brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in i.c.u.
Im lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections, Ill get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
Im not a gentle, man, Im a method, man!
Baby accept it, utmost respect it
[assume the position] stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my charles dickens

Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
And when my mac unloads
Im guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop duke left mom duke
The faggot took the back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-cups
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
Its the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of farrakhan
A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus

[i got more glocks and techs than you]
I make it hot [nigga wont even stand next to you]
Nigga touch me you better bust me
Tree times in the head
Or motherfuckers dead, ya thought so

Chorus: repeat 2x

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 7:53 PM

Yuppie posers > Hip-hop

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 8:29 PM

Biggie contributed more to the world than anyone who reads this blog.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 9:07 PM

stop dropping jewels. they aint ready.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 9:20 PM

7:53: I wouldn't be proud of those idiotic lyrics. Cursing is for those who really have nothing to say.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 9:26 PM

all long island people should not be allowed to live in Clinton Hill. ya'll move here and act shocked when you see crime. You dont want to get confronted then move back to LI

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 11:03 PM

What makes brownstoner think we actually care about this kind of stuff? Drugs, guns, Rap....if this stuff was still predominant in Brooklyn than there will be no hipsters and Brooklyn would be a poverty ridden hellhole.

Posted by: guest at June 17, 2008 11:16 PM