Shaun Boothe pays homage to the life and times of Sean Combs. This dude took Nas' "U.B.R." track and added the video element. Dopeness. Mr. Boothe says this is number 6 in a series of 12. Next up is Oprah Winfrey. Catch up with his first one on James Brown.

UB Sean Combs MP3 Download Link: http://www.sendspace.com/file/n1cunf

SHAUN BOOTHE Presents the 6th of 12 Unauthorized Biographies. http://www.myspace.com/shaunboothe http://www.twitter.com/shaunboothe

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1969,November 4th, Harlem, NY There was a newborn First name Sean, last name Combs 2 yrs old his father was shot in the dome Mama all alone She loved her husband but she wouldn't raise a clone So she worked hard, 3 jobs of her own Bought herself a home, away from the street life Gave her little boy Sean's future a re-write Something he'd appreciate when he was grown Yeah, see he was one of the lucky ones But as a kid he'd always puff out his chest when he was angry That's where he got the name 'Puffy' from Young, black, with a drive that was unmatched Got into Howard but his mind wasnt one-tracked He trew himself in every grind that was untapped Throwing dances, limousine company Young entrepreneur, an enterprising one at that Got a chance to intern at Uptown So he'd take the train to NY then come back Go to class but that didnt last He dropped out, back to NY - home at last Got with Andre Harell to pursue his dream You see his 'real love' was the music scene He couldn't wait for no degree, he was too extreme He came up quick at that internship That his friend Heavy D hooked him up wit '89 at 19 he would fade 'em all And got promoted to the VP of A & R Became the youngest exec. in the industry And would oversee a group named Jodeci See back then R&B had a sweet look But Puff wanted something shocking to the masses Hoodies, Tims, Puff gave 'em a street look No cheap blazers and champagne glasses And to the top they'd rise Remixing songs with a Hip hop feeling Then he'd do the same thing with Mary J Blige And took the real love drums from Top Billin' You know that 'I am chillin' and then the 'Giz is chillin' And what more can I say?? Fusing R&B with more rap And redefining the remix format Clear signs of his marketing mind Targeting both demographics at the same time And wit Jocedi and Mary as the co-sponsors He would spark the whole hip hop soul genre ...Back to the wind To think the year before he was trapped in a gym 9 dead bodies - everyone pointing at him Cause his little event was packed to the brim Massively over sold They stampeded the gates Bodies got crushed like grapes And he was the promoter so When the blame came he had to hold his own The media would run amuck, Called him heartless, strung him up It took a year but he made it thru the darkness And back at uptown he was comin up But these thoughts kept comin up Of him havin his own company And whether it was Puff's ego or Harrell's jealousy He fired him in '93 Down but not for the count Met Clive, struck a deal Got his label off the ground Bad Boy Records- it was time to get busy And the 1st artists up was Craig Mack then 'Biggie' The young Brooklynite wouldn't let us down Right out the Unsigned Hype demo pile Is where he found him, called him Before all the stardom Excuse me Can I speak to 'BIGGIE' A terror since the public school era But soon as they would pair up They flared up Now shout out to Craig Mack, he had a hot track But everyone knew the franchise was 'BIGGIE' A diamond in the rough, Puff polished it Plus brought him hits You see he always had a formula for moola And how to make more sooner 'BIGGIE' Pushin him to record smoother Tracks like One More Chance, Big Poppa Dammit they sure blew Then the East Coast/West Coast war rumours Brewed up, Still he was breaking singer after singer Rap star after rap star And all thru the 90s Sean 'Puffy' Combs had the game in a half guard Then came the sad part Shots rang out, 4 of them hit Pac No one thought that it would go that far Then hip hop suffers another 'BIG' loss Devastated but still dedicated Commemorating his friend that never made it He got behind the mic, 'I'll be missin you' And '97 he was in everyone's living room Showing the world how to stack doe up Cross over, infiltrate pop culture Haters still didn't wanna give him his credit Like 200 million's something to gloss over Listen this isn't about lyricism I told yall this is the hustlers edition And the boy went from rookie To a paper fortune - no chinese cookie, damn And he was diversifying the brand Sean John clothing, Making The Band Justin's, plus his own fragrance Hustlin, even his valet got famous For nothin Came a long way from a young teen Back up dancing in videos, rockin a gumby Vote or Die, mobilizing youth thru his stardom But u know what it is, more money more problems.. 'Puff puff...u can puff ur tears away' Making hits High profile relationships Raking in the kinda cash u beat cases wit Media mogul, American dream Whatever the roadblock Can't stop, won't stop