please can anyone tell me who is better between 2pac an notorious Big, this as lead to alot of arguement btw me and my brother.

2Pac's good, B.I.G good. 2pac's beta, B.I.G beta. 2pac's best, B.I.G best. Wha's da big deal, they both dead muthaf*****s, ,

Oh My Gawd! what kind of question is this? if I may ask, who did you choose in the argument? this is so simple and straight forward, even the DEAD will rise and vote! its like comparing some been FARTED with a BOMB, are they comparable? if you dont know let me tell you! 2Pac is the BOMB while Big is the Fart! . have you read about Big in the Guiness Book of Record or Encarta? Naa, not there! now, go ahead and search for 2pac! 'unlimited pages' thats the result

2Pac lives!!!

yeah wutever, ,2pac's good, no doubt. but u see, 2pac n biggie, rap different. 2pac's kinda fast, biggie kinda slow. in d end, both rap good.

No disputing 2pac is the best, Poetic rapper, lyricist, the best man

I Lurr B.I.G

BOTH of them rap good but 2pac raps better. In the guiness book of the 20th century 2pac was described as a rapper and a poet

Pac is the best all day!

spikelord:

Pac is the best all day!

no disputing the fact!

i'd pick 2pac, been a poet makes him a good lyricist, and been a good lyricist makes him the best.

Ghetto Gosple, Tupac is the man of all time. He lives. He trade his sorrow, I cried inside many times, when I read the Fatal incident about Pac. He is a man out of hood, from poor to da richest. He tried a lot, I don't focust on da bad side, but on da good ones, Still I rise,

His death still pain, one of my friend considered him died Tupac Live.

Read this, I won't let know the source brother. it pains me most

hear from Frank Pac Body Guard.

I don't know how they managed to avoid being busted for marijuana. It didn't matter that both of them were on probation, 'Pac had dope on him 24 hours a day. His mindset was, "I'm a multi-millionaire, I have the best attorneys in the country. I've got more cash in my pocket than you'll see in a year, so mess 'em". They didn't take this rubbish seriously. Their lifestyle, and the way they view pot is, it's a minor offence. Until I saw Suge drive off, I was sweating it, literally. Between them messing with the police, no AC, and no gas, I had plenty to be worried about. At this point I wanted to suggest to Suge to make a right turn on Tropicana, so we could enter the club the back way, and the only reason I didn't was he'd already blown through the light. He was moving too fast. Suge knew the shortcut too, and if we were just going to the club to check things out during the day, he would have taken it. But he took Flamingo to make his presence known. They had Makaveli blaring, an entourage of cars, and Tyson had won. To top it off, they'd won their own fight and were probably feeling extra good. As we were cruising down Flamingo, women were rolling up beside the cars and joining in the entourage. Everyone wanted into the club tonight, and that's how many of them usually got in - by sliding in with us. Crowds of cars started surrounding us, and I started to get the same feeling I had at the casino when 'Pac was on winning streak. All eyes were on him and
at any moment, things could have sprung out of control. As we stopped at a red light, a white caddilac rolled up next to us. I can still see the car clearly, it had the distinctive brake-light configuration that all new-model Caddies have. I replay that image over and over in my head. It was just another red light, and it was just another white Cadillac. Suge's homie K-Dove was travelling in front of them, and I am directly behind them. I looked dead at the car, and I saw the arm come out and the gun. Bam bam bam bam!

My first reaction was, Oh my fuckin' God. I jumped out of the car, and as I was running up to Suge's BMW, the white Cadillac sped off and made a turn to the right. As I reached the BMW, teary-eyed and in shock, I'm thinking,
They're dead. They are dead. There's absolutely no way that anyone in the car's moving. Before I made it to the back of the car, the BMW took off and did a U-turn to the left. K-Dove also whipped a U-turn, and I ran back to the Lexus, jumped in and began following them. I can't even tell you how fast we were going. We jumped every median getting back to the Strip and we caught up with Suge's car at Vegas Boulevard and Harmon. It had made it through the intersection but was grounded by two flat tyres hitting the medians. I jumped out of the car and saw that the Vegas PD were everywhere. I ran up and identified myself as Tupac's bodyguard and an ex-cop, and they allowed me to come in. Everyone was trying to get at the car but the cops were containing the crowd. I couldn't believe my eyes. What the mess was Suge doing spread-eagled on the ground? His hands and legs were stretched out and two cops were holding him down. Blood was squirting out of his head.

"You got the victim on the ground!" I screamed to the cops. Suge is looking up at me, and I could see the bleeding getting worse. "Let him go!" I'm yelling. "He's been shot at!' They let him up and as soon as they did, Suge and I ran to the BMW to try and get 'Pac out of the car. The door was stuck for some reason, and I could hear Suge saying again and again, "I know how to open it. I know how to open it." I reached for 'Pac through the window. The medallion and his jersey were soaked in blood and his body was trembling, like he was cold. Through tears, I started talking to him,"You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay." By the time Suge got the door open, the police and the ambulance had arrived, and we got him off the ground. I knelt down next to him and touched him. "You're going to be okay, 'Pac." I was trying to keep him conscious. "'Pac, you're okay, you're okay." As I'm kneeling down beside him, I could see him looking up at me. "Frank, I can't breathe," he whispered. "I can't breathe." "No man, you're okay," I cried. But he kept repeating it over and over again. "I can't breathe. I can't breathe." With his own strength, I watched him move both of his hands and cross them over his body. With his eyes open, he took a deep breath and let out a sigh. He closed his eyes.That was the last time I saw him breath on his own.

Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my hands!

He represents!

He should have taken four more gospel songs before he became extinct!!!

I miss him!

biggie is more lyrical but pac is sleak and creative, both are dope, yall seeen biggies high school mix tape videos? dam, check it on imeem.com

Lyrically i think biggie was better, but generally, 2pac is better.

Tu pac is the best, his songs r motivative, inspirational etc, am sure we cannot see someone as good as he's in a long time to come

Pac was more prolific no doubt but Biggie was a wordsmith his flows where just something else i cant say who's better what difference does that make? they both dead

biggie was a rapper,2pac IS an MC.Biggie is better,but 2pac is FAR GREA

Biggie was a rapper,2pac IS an MC.Biggie is better,but 2pac is FAR GREATER!

u gotta give biggie his props, he can make a party jam, BUT, BIG BIG BIG UP to the Machavelli the Don , Pac wasnt ur average rappper, he was an all in one package, if he didnt rap he'd probably be one of the greatest philosophers of all times, he's lyrics were deep, and his songs a point of reflection, he even is a point of study - at howard university-they ave a course dedicated to Pac, Pac was ahead of his time, he was futuristic,thats why his songs keep comig out and keep having relevance 11 years after his death, the brother was a true street poet, he spoke to the underdog,dowtrodden and poor and made em believe, "to all those who wanna achieve ,believe just look at me"(SMILE)

It's unfair to compare but Pac does stand out as the greatest rapper of all times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!