It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine. Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine. Hangin' pictures… — Christopher Wallace Dream 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,… — Christopher Wallace Children 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… — 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… — 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… — Christopher Wallace Children 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… — Christopher Wallace Business 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… — Christopher Wallace Hands in the air 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 Sky'S The Limit 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… — Christopher Wallace Peace 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… — Christopher Wallace Parenting Copy Share Image
I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit. Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly. Wreck it buy a new one. Your… — Christopher Wallace Run Run Copy Share Image
I love it when you call me big poppa. If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY Miami, D.C. prefer Versace. All Philly hoes, dough with Moschino. Every cutie wit a booty… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
I be that cat you see at all events bent. Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein' mice… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
Crying, know my friends is lyin. Yall know who killed him filled him with the lugars from the Rugers. Or they Desert,… — Christopher Wallace Friendship Copy Share Image
Hah, sicka than your average Poppa. Twist cabbage off instinct, niggaz don't think shit stink. Pink gators, my Detroit players. Timbs for… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya. Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya. Either I'm witcha or… — Christopher Wallace Song Copy Share Image
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up. Moms crotched up over the casket, screaming BASTARD. — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace. Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes. Who… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly. Hit 'em wit the force like Obie, dick black like Toby. Watch me roam… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O, P P A, no info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant. Tap my cell… — Christopher Wallace Copy Share Image
