THE SMALLS FAMILY - Episode 1 WARNING based on the lyrics of NOTORIOUS BI.G (BIGGIE SMALLS)

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THE SMALLS FAMILY is an experimental comedy based on the timeless lyrics of THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G. Biggie Smalls is considered by most to be one the great lyricists in the history of hip-hop music. His untimely death on March 9 , 1997 changed the face of hip-hop and left a legacy behind that has yet to be duplicated. In the past, many great works of classic writers and poets have been reinterpreted over the years...most notably the works of Shakespeare. In similar nature THE SMALLS FAMILY strives to pay homage to Biggie's incomparable language....while refreshing it to a new audience. I hope you enjoy it! LONG LIVE B.I.G @DaveCatman Who the fuck is this? pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye see who's this pagin me and why.. It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour slow down love please chill drop the caper remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville that you rolled dice wit smoked the blunts and got nice wit yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when, when you was clockin minor figures Now they heard you blowin up like nitro know they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow.. so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you you got the mac nigga tell me what you wanna do... They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus wit the Texas license plate outta state they heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down they even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida the fifth corridor.... Call the coroner there's gonna be alot of slow singin and flower bringin if my burgular alarm starts ringin whatcha think all the guns is for? all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door and I feed em gun powder so they can devour the criminals tryna to drop my decimals DAMN..niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha see your picture, now they wanna grab they guns and come and getcha Bethca Biggie won't slip I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip so I can rip through the ligaments put the fuckas in a bad prediciment where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck with what I had you with you motherfuckers betta duck I bring pain, blood stains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it I fuck around and get hardcore C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga feel the rush scandalous The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in Hold on I hear somebody comin........