The Notorious B.I.G. — Intro

[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