That's all it was.
That's all it was. Was a dream.
Something special's about to happen.
My boy get three hairs, he get nervous.
Yeah, I can't be, you know, looking like I'm 21.
-True. -Gotta keep that 18 feel.
-You know what I mean? -That 18 feel. No diggity.
My son was a very smart kid.
He was already writing since elementary.
I was initially trying to groom Chris to be a jazz artist
because he was so talented.
Every summer, Chris'd come back from Jamaica.
He would be a sponge
to just so much more that was outside of our scope.
He was like, "I gotta get us off the streets."
Dream
I'm just trying to rip the hardest rhymes.
A lot of the bad decisions came from wanting to provide.
He told me he was working. I believed him.
You wanna do this, I need you to commit to this.
Plenty of dough.
You know, you can't do both.
He disrespected my house.
That wasn't my son.
Dream
You don't understand, man.
Having to sell drugs on the corner, to this?
Biggie is the hottest thing smoking right now.
Your boy had to get right in the Coogies.
-All the time. -Where we at, y'all?
-Where we at? -We in Detroit!
We in Detroit.
Biggie blew up overnight.
You have no origins
for what rap planet this guy came from.
What's up, son?
I was happy that he was making something with his life.
Peace and love.
Big had a gift of talent
that saved a lot of people's lives but his.
We're just gonna do our thing forever.
Forever and ever.
And if you don't know Now you know