Intro

The Notorious B.I.G.

Album

Skit: Puff Daddy

Push
C’mon, shorty, stay 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 it harder
Push, push, c’mon
One more time, here it goes
I see the head!
Yeah, c’mon!
Yeah! Yeah!
You did it, baby, yeah!

Interlude

But if you lose, don’t ask no questions why
The only game you know is do or die
Ah-ha-ha
Hard to understand what a hell of a man…

Hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop
Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie to the boogie that be
Now, what you hear is not a test…

Skit: ‘Prince’ Charles Alexander

God damn it, Voletta, what the fuck are you doin’?
You can’t control that God damn boy? What?
I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherfucking boy shoplifting
What the fuck are you doin’? (Get your black ass the fuck off!)
You can’t control that God—
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 con— fucking control him
I’ma send him— (All you fucking do is bitch all day, motherfucker)
I’ma send him— Bitch, bitch, I—
I’ma send his motherfuckin’ ass to a group home God damn it, what?
I’ll smack the shit outta you, bitch! (Kick my black ass, motherfucker!)
What the fuck?
Yo— You— You are fucking up (Comin’ in here, smellin’ like sour socks, you dumb motherfucker)
I’ma fuck you up

Interlude

When I’m bustin’ up a party I feel no guilt
Gizmo’s cuttin’ up for thee
Suckers that’s down with nei—

Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Accomplice

What, nigga, you wanna 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, nigga—
Motherfucker, is you broke, motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin’ paper, nigga
Yeah, but nigga, it’s a train, ain’t nobody robbed no motherfucking train
Just listen, man, your mother giving you money, nigga?
My moms don’t give me shit, nigga
It’s time to get paid, nigga
Is you with me?
Motherfucker, is you with me?
Yeah, I’m with you, nigga, c’mon
Alright then, nigga, let’s make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin’ floor!
Get on the motherfucking floor!
Give me all your motherfucking 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! (Gimme your fuckin’ money, motherfucker!)
Nigga, give me your jewelry, empty your pockets (Fuck you, bitch)
Get up off that shit
What the fuck you holding on to that shit for, bitch?

Interlude

I get money, money I got
Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot

Instrumental
Part 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Guard

Open C-74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leaving us?
C’mon man, what kind of fucking question is that man?
Trying to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you’ll be back
You niggers always are
Go ahead man, what the fuck is you hollering about?
You won’t see me up in this motherfucker no more
We’ll see
I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahaha

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