Uh huh! I ain't even good with writing

I don't even write shit

I just felt, I had to write this letter to BIG

Niggas is acting like, letter to BIG

Uh, yo

Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace

Yeah it's your boy Kiss I just wanna holla

In your memory I keep the Coogi in my closet

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 getting shot is the thing now

Mafia was doing there best they separated

Now Roc and Gutta doing a stretch, uh, yeah

Kim is still in it to win it

I seen Money L awhile ago but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute

People in power is queer

I could go on for a year 'bout how it would be if you were still here

The game got cheaper, rappers is more commercially successful now

But the heart's alot weaker

You know me still got the flow that'll pop speakers

First option on offense the top feature

It's easy BIG all you need is a protool set

And I ain't touch the paper that I was supposed to yet

Everybody that's somebody show respect

Only a matter of time before they notice that

I'm an impecable 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 on 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'm a keep it so on my lil' plans

And you might bump into a few of my lil' mans

Up there stepping with God

Down here Mister Cee in BK still repping you hard

Tianna 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 Limo 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

One Love (So we tried to hard to understand)

So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away

(That was my letter to B.I.G., no 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 wit 'em)

(Sat wit 'em, talked wit 'em)

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, Biggie)

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