You know when you bumpin' to a song, and tha liks become sicker/
And your head phones poundin yur ear drums so hard it makes your lights flicker/
When you just turn up tha volume, and get lost in tha music/
And you put in a Biggie album, and you can't refuse it /
And I think to myself , we lost such calibur of talent when I hear dem songs/
As a mimic verses to "Juicy", "Hypnotize" and "Dead Wrong"/
And turn on BET and I see these niggas tryin to be effective/
Even though tha shit keep soundin so damn repetitive/
I think about Big's life as it neared close to tha border/
How he was in studio, but still sellin' weed on tha corner/
Listenin' to tha verses, original, no one like B.I.G/
His life brought fame and his death brought 10 million C.D's/
Even though a big man, he was a P.I.M.P/
and tha biggest hustlah to emerge outta tha N.Y.C/