Rappers can’t sleep, need sleepin’, B.I.G. keep creepin’, Bullets heat-seekin’, — The Notorious B.I.G.
First comes the cash, then comes the ass, then come big blunts with chunks of hash. — The Notorious B.I.G.
My mind’s my 9, my pen’s my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin’. — The Notorious B.I.G.
I’m living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle. — The Notorious B.I.G.
Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars… — The Notorious B.I.G.
Lyrically I’m supposed to represent, I’m not only the client, I’m the player president — The Notorious B.I.G.
This rule is so underrated: Keep your family and business completely separated. — The Notorious B.I.G.