Hah, sicka than your average Poppa. Twist cabbage off instinct, niggaz don't think shit stink. Pink gators, my Detroit players. Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn. — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine. Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine. Hangin' pictures on my… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
Apologies in order, to Tyanna my daughter. If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East. I live out there, so don't go there but that don't… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff. Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch. Dare… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
You gain 30 pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye. I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me.… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
I love it when you call me big poppa. Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player. I love it when… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
Stay far from timid. Only make moves when ya heart's in it. And live the phrase Sky's The Limit! — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
Recently niggaz frontin' ain't sayin' nuttin' So I just speak my peace, keep my piece. Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps Packin',… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
I'm glad my son does not have to witness that the very people that he thought he could ride and die with wouldn't think… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
