Uh-huh
I ain't even good with writin'
I don't even write shit
But I just felt, I had to write this letter to B.I.G. (yeah-yeah)
Niggas is acting like
Letter to B.I.G.
Uh, yo

Dear, Christopher Frank White Wallace
Yeah, it's your boy Kiss, I just want to holla (uh-huh)
In your memory, I keep the Coogi in my closet (yeah)
Kangol on the rack, a fresh pair of Wallies
You know I'm still the liquor and the weed child
And still got Branson on speed dial
And everybody's the king now
You ain't gotta be nice, gettin' shot is the thing now
M.A.F.I.A. was doing they best, they separated
Now Roc and Gutta doing a stretch, uh, yeah
Kim is still in it to win it
Seen Money L awhile ago, but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute (uh-uh)
People in power is queer
I could go on for a year 'bout how it would be if you were still here (uh)
The game got cheaper, rappers is more commercially successful now
But the heart's a lot weaker
You know me, still got the flow that'll pop speakers (uh)
First option on offense, the top feature
It's easy B.I.G., all you needs a Pro Tools set
And I ain't touch the paper that I was supposed to yet
Everybody that's somebody show respect (yup)
Only a matter of time before they notice that
I'm an impeccable lyricist
And with the right mechanics, I could take over, be clear of this
They well aware of Kiss, the light of the city
And I ain't a the label no more but I'm tighter with Diddy
I got my own plan, handle mine like a grown man
Long as I know I'm nice, fuck it, I'm my own fan
Remixed the joints you had
But, they could never ever duplicate your swag (never)
Meanwhile I'ma keep it so on my lil' plans
And you might bump into a few of my lil' mans
Up there steppin' with God
Down here, Mister Cee in BK still reppin' you hard
T'yanna so pretty, CJ turned into a lil' Biggie
Just a little lighter but so witty
On your born day, we get the highest
Groovy still the best with the garments, he keep me the flyest
Tonight, Patron is dead
Only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi Limon to the head
And before I end it, I gotta say thanks
'Cause not only was your time well spent, it was splendid (thanks)
Miss you, my nigga (and we tried to hard to understand)
One love

So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
(That was my letter to B.I.G., na mean?)
You were everything, you were everything
(I felt it was only right, I really smoked with them niggas)

So we'll just keep our heads to the sky (drink with him)
(Sat with him, talked with him)
'Cause we know we're gonna see you in the next lifetime (real shit)
But it's never easy saying good-bye
(See you when I get there, baby)
Saying good-bye (love you)

So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
You were everything (why you had to go away?)
So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
You were everything Writer/s: Duane Ramos, Faith Evans, Gwen Guthrie, Jason Phillips, Khari Cain, Patrick Grant
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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