Wallace was born and raised in the Brooklyn borough of New York City. His debut album Ready to Die (1994) made him a central figure in East Coast hip hop and increased New York City's visibility in the genre at a time when West Coast hip hop dominated the mainstream. The following year, he led Junior M.A.F.I.A.—a protégé group composed of his childhood friends—to chart success. In 1996, while recording his second album, Wallace was heavily involved in the growing East Coast–West Coast hip hop feud. On March 9, 1997, he was murdered by an unknown assailant in a drive-by shooting in Los Angeles. His second album, Life After Death (1997), released two weeks later, rose to No. 1 on the U.S. album charts. In 2000, it became one of the few hip-hop albums to be certified Diamond.
Wallace was noted for his "loose, easy flow"; dark, semi-autobiographical lyrics; and storytelling abilities, which focused on crime and hardship. Three more albums have been released since his death, and he has certified sales of over 17 million records in the United States, including 13.4 million albums.
Wallace was born at St. Mary's Hospital in the Brooklyn borough of New York City on May 21, 1972, the only child of Jamaican immigrant parents. His mother, Voletta Wallace, was a preschool teacher, while his father, Selwyn George Latore, was a welder and politician. His father left the family when Wallace was two years old, and his mother worked two jobs while raising him. Wallace grew up at 226 St. James Place in Brooklyn's Clinton Hill, near the border with Bedford-Stuyvesant. Wallace excelled at Queen of All Saints Middle School winning several awards as an English student. He was nicknamed "Big" because he was overweight by the age of 10. Wallace said he started dealing drugs when he was around the age of 12. His mother, often away at work, did not know of his drug dealing until he was an adult. He began rapping as a teenager, entertaining people on the streets, and performed with local groups the Old Gold Brothers and the Techniques. At his request, Wallace transferred from Bishop Loughlin Memorial High School to George Westinghouse Career and Technical Education High School, where future rappers DMX, Jay-Z, and Busta Rhymes were also attending. According to his mother, Wallace was still a good student but developed a "smart-ass" attitude at the new school. At age 17, Wallace dropped out of school and became more involved in crime. In 1989, he was arrested on weapons charges in Brooklyn and sentenced to five years' probation. In 1990, he was arrested on a violation of his probation. A year later, Wallace was arrested in North Carolina for dealing crack cocaine. He spent nine months in jail before making bail.
Wallace's lyrical topics and themes included mafioso tales ("Niggas Bleed"), his drug-dealing past ("10 Crack Commandments"), materialistic bragging ("Hypnotize"), as well as humor ("Just Playing (Dreams)"), and romance ("Me & My Bitch"). Rolling Stone named Wallace in 2004 as "one of the few young male songwriters in any pop style writing credible love songs".
Guerilla Black, in the book How to Rap, describes how Wallace was able to both "glorify the upper echelon" and "[make] you feel his struggle". According to Touré of The New York Times in 1994, Wallace's lyrics " autobiographical details about crime and violence with emotional honesty". Marriott of The New York Times (in 1997) believed his lyrics were not strictly autobiographical and wrote he "had a knack for exaggeration that increased sales". Wallace described his debut as "a big pie, with each slice indicating a different point in my life involving bitches and niggaz... from the beginning to the end".
Ready to Die is described by Rolling Stone as a contrast of "bleak" street visions and being "full of high-spirited fun, bringing the pleasure principle back to hip-hop". AllMusic write of "a sense of doom" in some of his songs and the NY Times note some being "laced with paranoia"; Wallace described himself as feeling "broke and depressed" when he made his debut. The final song on the album, "Suicidal Thoughts", featured Wallace contemplating suicide and concluded with him committing the act.
On Life After Death, Wallace's lyrics went "deeper". Krims explains how upbeat, dance-oriented tracks (which featured less heavily on his debut) alternate with "reality rap" songs on the record and suggests that he was "going pimp" through some of the lyrical topics of the former. XXL magazine wrote that Wallace "revamped his image" through the portrayal of himself between the albums, going from "midlevel hustler" on his debut to "drug lord".
AllMusic wrote that the success of Ready to Die is "mostly due to Wallace's skill as a storyteller"; in 1994, Rolling Stone described Wallace's ability in this technique as painting "a sonic picture so vibrant that you're transported right to the scene". On Life After Death, Wallace notably demonstrated this skill on "I Got a Story to Tell", creating a story as a rap for the first half of the song and then retelling the same story "for his boys" in conversation form.
Considered one of the best rappers of all time, Wallace was described by AllMusic as "the savior of East Coast hip-hop". The Source magazine named Wallace the greatest rapper of all time in its 150th issue in 2002. In 2003, when XXL magazine asked several hip hop artists to list their five favorite MCs, Wallace's name appeared on more rappers' lists than anyone else. In 2006, MTV ranked him at No. 3 on their list of The Greatest MCs of All Time, calling him possibly "the most skillful ever on the mic". Editors of About.com ranked him No. 3 on their list of the Top 50 MCs of Our Time (1987–2007). In 2012, The Source ranked him No. 3 on their list of the Top 50 Lyrical Leaders of all time. Rolling Stone has referred to him as the "greatest rapper that ever lived". In 2015, Billboard named Wallace as the greatest rapper of all time.
Since his death, Wallace's lyrics have been sampled and quoted by a variety of hip hop, R&B and pop artists including Jay-Z, 50 Cent, Alicia Keys, Fat Joe, Nelly, Ja Rule, Eminem, Lil Wayne, Game, Clinton Sparks, Michael Jackson and Usher. On August 28, 2005, at the 2005 MTV Video Music Awards, Sean Combs (then using the rap alias "P. Diddy") and Snoop Dogg paid tribute to Wallace: an orchestra played while the vocals from "Juicy" and "Warning" played on the arena speakers. In September 2005, VH1 held its second annual "Hip Hop Honors", with a tribute to Wallace headlining the show.
Wallace had begun to promote a clothing line called Brooklyn Mint, which was to produce plus-sized clothing but fell dormant after he died. In 2004, his managers, Mark Pitts and Wayne Barrow, launched the clothing line, with help from Jay-Z, selling T-shirts with images of Wallace on them. A portion of the proceeds go to the Christopher Wallace Foundation and to Jay-Z's Shawn Carter Scholarship Foundation. In 2005, Voletta Wallace hired branding and licensing agency Wicked Cow Entertainment to guide the estate's licensing efforts. Wallace-branded products on the market include action figures, blankets, and cell phone content.
The Christopher Wallace Memorial Foundation holds an annual black-tie dinner ("B.I.G. Night Out") to raise funds for children's school equipment and to honor Wallace's memory. For this particular event, because it is a children's schools' charity, "B.I.G." is also said to stand for "Books Instead of Guns".
There is a large portrait mural of Wallace as Mao Zedong on Fulton Street in Brooklyn a half-mile west from Wallace's old block. A fan petitioned to have the corner of Fulton Street and St. James Place, near Wallace's childhood home renamed in his honor, garnering support from local businesses and attracting more than 560 signatures.
A large portrait of Wallace features prominently in the Netflix series Luke Cage, due to the fact that he served as muse for the creation of the Marvel Cinematic Universe's version of Marvel Comics character Cornell "Cottonmouth" Stokes.
Machine Gun Funk
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
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With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
That you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin'
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggas know, that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas actin' shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
From stayin' in my business, what is this?
Relentless approach, to know if I'm broke or not
Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the glock
Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfuckin' meet again
Huh, I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold ya head, 'cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick
The funk baby
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by the tons
Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk baby
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
The lyrics to The Notorious B.I.G.'s "Machine Gun Funk" tell a story of his life as a street-successful rapper. The song is a boastful tune that documents his journey from selling crack on the streets to rapping on stage. He talks about "haters" who try to take him down, but he is not afraid to defend himself with a gun. He proclaims that he is hard, and he can back up his toughness with his lyrical skills, and if he needs to, his firepower. It's a song that glorifies gang violence, gun culture, drug-dealing, and violence.
The lyrics also contain several references to funk music, which was a popular genre of music during the late-80s and early-90s when Biggie was coming up. He uses the phrase "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" throughout the song, which suggests that he is devoted to the music and the lifestyle that comes with it. Moreover, he talks about how he has added a little funk to his brain, which hints at his musical inspiration.
Overall, "Machine Gun Funk" is a song that tells the story of Biggie's rise to fame and his journey through the world of gangs, guns, and drugs. It is a gritty and raw account of his life as a street-savvy rapper and a testament to his fearlessness and tough persona.
Line by Line Meaning
So you wanna be hardcore
You claim to be tough and gritty
With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps
You wear your hat backwards and rap about guns in your lyrics
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
Your toughness doesn't come across as genuine to me
That you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin'
I doubt the validity of your claims
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
I'm not a soft R&B singer like Christopher Williams, but there are still some MCs who need to be put in their place
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
I have to teach the other rappers a lesson and shoot some of them
To let niggas know, that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I want everyone to understand that crossing me is not a good idea
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
I'll make you regret ever messing with me, like a very uncomfortable wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
I'm the one in charge, because of my superior rapping abilities
Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
People are surprised that I turned my life around and become a successful artist
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
I've stopped doing drugs but kept my tough persona and friends
Just for niggas actin' shifty
I only keep the tough persona for those who try to mess with me
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Words cannot hurt me, but my gun can kill you instantly
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
I can be quite dangerous when I'm under the influence of alcohol
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
I smoke marijuana and carry guns naturally
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
I could take down my enemies with ease, like eating a piece of chocolate
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
I am a womanizer who desires women with curvy figures
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
I used to sell drugs to make money
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
I carry guns to prevent people from informing on me
From stayin' in my business, what is this?
I don't want people to pry into my affairs
Relentless approach, to know if I'm broke or not
People try to get information from me to see how much money I have
Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't assume that I'm not still dangerous, even though I like to have fun and smoke marijuana
Don't mean I don't tote the glock
I still carry my gun even when I'm not being serious
Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
I dedicate 16 gunshots to my friends who are imprisoned
Until we motherfuckin' meet again
I hope to see them again someday
Huh, I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
I'm now focused on making music, and not committing crimes
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
I'm not easy to track down and get to
'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
I am very involved and committed to making music
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
I drive around in a Land Cruiser Jeep with a MAC-10 gun by my side
For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the
I must carry my gun to protect myself from robbers and envious white people in the area
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
I am willing to shoot at your bulletproof vest to prove that it's a sham
Hold ya head, 'cause when you hit the bricks
Watch out when you're out on the streets
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick
I have plenty of alcohol, marijuana, and women to satisfy me
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
I am telling you about my past as a rapper and drug dealer
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
I used to smoke marijuana and hit women on their butts for fun
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
The Brooklyn neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvesant is my home
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
I have 50 bullets in my gun clip if someone wants to challenge me
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
I am very powerful and dangerous, like a rocket launcher
High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
I am very high and elevated in my status
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
I carry a gun named Nina to show that I am a serious criminal, not just someone who commits small crimes
Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
I can beat people up very badly, like Ike Turner supposedly did to Tina Turner
What's love got to do
Love is irrelevant in my life
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
I am attacking and defeating all of your friends and associates
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I have a lot of weapons but I don't sell them
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by the tons
I have plenty of marijuana and I am making a lot of money selling it
Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life
People are curious about how I am able to live a womanizing and criminal lifestyle
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
I am earning a lot of money and building my reputation by rapping and making music
It's type simple and plain to maintain
It's pretty easy for me to keep up my image and lifestyle
I add a little funk to the brain
I stay high and keep my mind altered with marijuana and other drugs
Lyrics © CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Al-terik Wardrick, Chris Martin, Christopher Wallace, Dupre Kelly, Keith Elam, Marlon Williams, Osten Harvey Jr., Kevin M Hansford
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@zzoidbergz727
LYRIC:
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore
Appeal that you're screaming
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one
Caps, I got to peel some
To let niggas know
That if you fuck with big-and-heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who - says me, the lyrical
Niggas saying: "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk, baby
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches
From staying in my business, what is this, relentless
Approach to know if I'm broke or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
16 shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfucking meet again
I'm doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the blue suits
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick
The funk, baby
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy: the place where my head rests
50-shot clip if a nigga want test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfucking helicopter
That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
"What's love got to do"?
When I'm ripping all through your whole crew
Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk and it's selling by the tons
Niggas want to know how I live the mack life
Making money, smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk, baby
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
@magnuszerock7541
When BIG said
"All I want it bitches, big booty bitches."
I felt that in my soul
@whysoserious7810
True true
@zephyrsky__
Yeah, deep
@ranmindyt2902
1:11 😂
@RichOmar875
😂💯
@MRPINKWSPHX602
The next verse after that 🤘🏼
@marieme391
this beat is SICK ASF.
@Ebinok
Easy mo bee was on fire
@ProdByHonchoBeatz
@@djnotorious8900 no
@solidbreed9767
@@ProdByHonchoBeatz Yes