Intro - The Notorious B.I.G.

Lyrics by：Mayfield/Robinson/Rodgers/Notorious B.I.G./Edwards/C. Wallace

Composed by：Curtis Mayfield/The Notorious B.I.G./M. Wright/S. Robinson/H. Jackson/G O'Brien

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

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

God d**n it voletta what the f**k are you doin'

You can't control that God d**n boy what

I just saw Mr Johnson he told me

He caught the motherf**king boy shoplifting

What the f**k are you doin'

You can't control that God

I don't know what the f**k to do with that boy

What the f**k do you want me to do

If if you can't con f**king control him

I'ma send him

All you f**king do is b***h all day motherf**ker

I'ma send him b***h b***h I

I'ma send his motherf**kin' a*s

What

I'll smack the s**t outta you b***h

Kick my black a*s motherf**ker

What the f**k

Yo you you are f**king up comin' in here smellin'

Like sour socks you dumb motherf**ker

I feel no guilt

Gizmo's cuttin' up for thee

Suckers that's down with nei

What n***a you wanna rob them motherf**kin' trains you crazy

Yes yes motherf**ker motherf**kin' right n***a yes

N***a what the f**k n***a we gonna get

N***a it's eighty-seven n***a is you dead broke

Yeah n***a but but n***a

Motherf**ker is you broke motherf**ker

We need to get some motherf**kin' paper n***a

Yeah but n***a it's a train ain't nobody

Just listen man your mother giving you money n***a

My moms don't give me s**t n***a

It's time to get paid n***a

Is you with me

Motherf**ker is you with me

Alright then n***a let's make it happen then

All you motherf**kers get on the f**kin' floor

Get on the motherf**king floor

Give me all your motherf**king money and don't move n***a

I want the f**kin' jewelry give me every f**kin' thing

N***a I'd shut the f**k up or I'ma blow your motherf**kin'

Brains out gimme your f**kin' money motherf**ker

N***a give me your jewelry empty your pockets f**k you b***h

Get up off that s**t

What the f**k you holding on to that s**t for b***h

I get money money I got

Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot

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 f**king question is that man

Trying to get the f**k up out this joint dog

Yeah yeah you'll be back

You niggers always are

Go ahead man what the f**k is you hollering about

You won't see me up in this motherf**ker no more

We'll see

I got big plans n***a big plans hahahaha