
You know him as Big Poppa, Biggie SmallsHe was perhaps the greatest rapper of allWith a voice like thunder and lyrics to matchIf you did him wrong he’d grab his gatHis song’s talked of parties and brotha’sAnd of how they all dealt with each otherWith his tales of troubles, women, and crackHe single-handedly brought the east coast backHe was so much more than a mortal manHe could make you laugh or think with a mic in his handHe became a superstar in less than a yearPuttin’ 5 carats in his baby girl’s earWhen he died his life was completedHe was destroyed but was not defeated...