March 9, 2010

Some of the greatest that ever did it... Rest in peace to the legends

The TR136 studio back in the day (Biggie on left, Pac on right)

Damn, yo... SHIT... Damn... We had it all, man.

March 9th 2010
Thirteen years ago we lost one of the greatest.

Feels like only yesterday we were standing beside the 17-year old Christoffer, our boy on the Brooklyn streets who would later be known worldwide for his raw lyrical ability, his flow and his big frame, by the more marketable “Notorious B.I.G.” or simply “Biggie”. In his short career he made it, and everybody got to hear his story.

There’s only one little detail people seem to forget.
The Real were deep into management back then. We had it all, man… That kid Christoffer, this lil academic dude Pac, the golden boy Lamont (not to be confused with the weasel Bishop who was cut from the Detox project recently), and a few other cats on the come up. The label was on and poppin’. Meanwhile, Puff Daddy was sneaking around in the clubs. We had a bad feeling about this penguin looking motherfucker from the get go, but he nestled his way into Biggie’s crew offering a girl named Kim for Biggie to have fun with. The rest is history.
The Real 136, we did it for hip hop and for the streets. Puffy on the other hand was a money hungry ho and kept yapping about business opportunities, how The Real could have both american coasts on lock if we sent Pac out to the west. The boy Suge would be the acting boss out there according to Puffy’s economic plan, having formed Death Row Records with Dre earlier. This is where it took a turn for the worse. Without our permission, Puffy attacked the Death Row camp and forced Pac to write vicious rhymes towards his old homeboy Biggie. It was a terrible situation for all involved, and everyone know how the story ends.
Again, the rest is history.
R.I.P. to the legends man, all the players in the game we lost too early.

Learn from this, y'all. Keep the street violence to a minimum. Take it from somebody who knows. Like Havoc said in Beef when he was scared of Tru Life: “it should be about the music”. That being said, The Real 136 ain’t no suckers. If you step to us on a personal level, you’re done. Just know that. We’ll fucking bury you... How you think Puffy got the idea to smash a Cristal bottle into Steve Stout's big cabbage? Ask Ma$e, he knows what it is (don’t EVER fuck with us).

The new TR136 studio in 2010... (something missing)

The Realest Productions.
Westside. New York. Haninge, the whole 136.
You know what time it is...
Oh yeah, and it don’t stop...


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