Biggie. I loved him. Still do. I live in Brooklyn cause of him. Swagger, style & rhymes. I was living in L.A. a mere few miles up Wilshire Blvd. from the auto museum where Biggie was shot and killed. I awoke on a Sunday to here the horrible news. Never before had a rapper had such an affect on me. I mean, I loved De La Soul and Leaders of the New School and others but never like my love for this man. He was real but fun. I like that in my thugs I guess. Those qualities reside in me as well. I don't know. It sucks. Music was never more fun than from 1988 to March 9, 1997. He was 24.
I have put together a series of videos and interivews with help from Youtube. Enjoy.
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