The Notorious BIG - Intro
C'mon she almost there push c'mon
C'mon c'mon push it's almost there
One more time c'mon
C'mon push baby one more time
Harder harder push harder
Push push c'mon
One more time here it goes
I see the head
You did it baby yeah
The hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop
Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
The boogey to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin', to the beat
God damnit Voletta, what the fuck are you doin'?
You can't control that goddamn boy? (What?)
I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherfucking boy shoplifting
What the fuck are you doing?
You can't control the guy, I don't know what the fuck to do with that boy
(What the fuck do you want me to do?)
If if you can't fucking control that boy, I'ma send him
(All you fucking do is bitch at me)
Bitch, bitch, I'ma send his motherfuckin' ass to a group home goddamnit, what?
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch, what, what the fuck?
(Kiss my black ass motherfucker)
You're fuckin' up
(Comin' in here smelling like sour socks you dumb motherfucker)
Gizmo's cuttin', up for the
Suckers that's, down with me
What nigga you want to rob them motherfuckin' trains you crazy?
Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin' right, nigga yes
Nigga what the fuck nigga?
We gonna get
Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but
Motherfucker is you broke motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin' paper nigga
Nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin' train
Just listen man, your mother givin' you money nigga?
My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid nigga
Is you wit me? Motherfucker is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon
Alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin' floor
Get on the motherfuckin' floor
Chill, give me all your motherfuckin' money
And don't move nigga
I want the fuckin' jewelry
Give me every fuckin' thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out
Shut the fuck up bitch, give me your fuckin' money motherfucker
Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit
What the fuck you holdin' on to that shit for bitch?
Open C74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin' us?
C'mon man, what kind of fuckin' question is that man?
Tryin' to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaw always are
Go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin' about?
You won't see me up in this motherfucker no more
I got big plans nigga, big plans
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