Notorious

Where you gonna be 10 years from now?

Ten years from now,

where do I wanna be?

I wanna be... just living, man.

Just living comfortably with my wife, you know.

Just layin' back. Just chilling.

You know what I'm saying? Living.

Where do I think I'll be in 10 years?

I don't think I'll be seeing it, dog, for real, man.

I don't think my luck is that good.

I hope it is, but if it ain't,

so be it. I'm ready.

Come on, hah, sicker than your average poppa

Twist cabbage off instinct

Niggas don't think sh*t stink

Pink gators

my Detroit players

- Puffy! Congratulations!

- Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn

Dead right, if they head right

Biggie there every night

Poppa been smooth

since days of Underoos

Can't wait for the new al bum, man.

Congratulations.

Yeah!

Yo, Big, let's change the world.

Let's roll. Let's roll, y'all.

You needa real man.

- We back, baby. We back!

- No doubt.

We back on top, baby!

- Yo, what's up, ma?

- What's up?

You looking fine.

I'm going to have to get your number.

I don't know.

What's up with you?

In the beginning...

God gave me a clean slate.

But where I grew up,

I knew I couldn't stay clean.

If you was a nice, ordinary kid...

you was an easy mark for the wanna be gangsters

and cutthroat girls in the school yard.

- You wanna check out this magazine?

- Right on. Let's go.

Fab 5 Freddy. There we go.

Kurtis Blow, man!

He's the man! You know-

Clap your hands, everybody

lf you got what it takes

'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow

and I want you to know that these are the breaks

Break it up, break it up

break it up

- There we go.

- Yeah.

I know.

Y'all want our autograph?

We gonna be in a magazine one day.

Chris Shy-ass can't be in no magazine.

He's too fat, black and ugly.

At least there ain't

no train tracks in my mouth.

What do I tell you?

If you just pay attention...

you study hard, always do your best

and look what happens.

A hundred percent!

- I'm proud of you, Chrissy-poo.

- Don't call me that!

Oh, I forgot.

You're all grown-up now, huh?

My moms was from a small town in Jamaica...

where they left the doors

unlocked at night.

But in our neighborhood,

the only time she let me off the stoop...

was when she walked me home from school.

We've seen that 12, 13 times.

Don't you wanna see something different?

This was Brooklyn. Do-or-die Bed-Stuy.

And there was just some sh*t

Moms couldn't protect me from.

Voletta.

Christopher, say hello to your father.

Sugar?

A hundred dollars.

Is that all he's worth to you?

Are you even planning on

being in his life?

- Thin gs are complicated.

- Things?

I feel like if you and I could just...

It was easy to lie about your wife.

Now, when it comes to your child,

"things"are complicated.

Bye, Voletta.

You for got something.

What's up, y'all?

This is Super Rocking

Mr. Magic holding it down.

This is DJ Marley Marl.

- Check it out, y'all.

- It's all the way live.

He ain't coming back, is he?

No. I don't believe so.

Good. I'm glad.

Oh.

Come here.

We're gonna be all right, just you and me.

You ain't no pops to me

You just some nigga

sipping on tea

Moms don't want your money

so run and flee

Flee...

Back all hunched over

'cause you gotta admit

I don't need you in my life

'cause you ain't sh*t

Right then and there...

I decided to stop being

that little kid on the stoop.

I knew life was a f***ed-up game...

and I knew D Roc was f***ed up enough

to show me how to play.

- What's up, D Roc?

- What up, big boy?

- Your mama finally let you out the house?

- Told you I would come.

- I ain't on lockdown like that.

- So you ready to be a big baller?

What I gotta do?

Remember, just act like

you slapping the nigga five.

Five, six

One, one, two, two, three

Four, four, five, six

One, two, three, four, five

The phone is ringing.

Motherfuckers got

addicted to crack after they first hit...

but I got addicted to money

after my first sale.

By the time I was 17,,

I wasn't no ordinary kid. I was paid.

Christopher, you're not still

lying in that bed, are you?

No.

Christopher, what are you doing?

You saying your prayers?

Praying that God teaches you how to knock.

Please. Don't you mock your prayers.

You don't think Jehovah

has a sense of humor?

He must have, if he made you.

We always gotta listen

to this corny old country music?

I happen to like this music.

They tell good stories.

So, who were you yappin'

on the phone with last night?

Jan.

It's perfectly normal

for a mother to feel jealous...

when her son cares about another female.

Oh, for crying out loud!

By the way, Ma...

- What?

- How much does a garbage collector make?

I think about 28,000 a year. Why?

- No reason.

- Would you hurry up before you make us both late for class?

- Hey, Voletta. Is that the new Watchtower?

- Of course.

We gonna see you this weekend, right?

"W" for Wallace

Rappers are demolished

Wax 'em and buff'em like polish

Don't I look like the illest thing

you ever saw

Live with action

guaranteed raw

Rappers are demolished

Wax 'em and buff'em

like polish

Sh*t!

You need to add 3X to the other side.

Now, you need to solve the problem for X.

Who wants to come up and do that?

Come on up, Mr. Wallace.

then 12 equals X.

Impressive. You're actually

smarter than you look.

- Ooh!

- Mr. Webber.

- Yesterday you said I was gonna end up a garbageman.

- That's right.

Lf you keep cutting class,

that's exactly what you'll become.

Well, I found out a teacher

makes 24,000 a year...

and a garbageman makes 28,000 a year.

I'm gonna make $4,000 more

than his dumb ass.

All right. Get out.

Hey! Get out of my class.

Thanks for meeting up.

You know you got it like that.

When my moms see that phone bill,

she gonna kill me.

We gotta chill with all that wild-ass phone sex.

Um-

I'm pregnant.

I went to the doctor and everything.

We gonna have a baby.

- Damn.

- Damn?

Is that it? I was half way hoping

you was gonna be happy.

But if this fucks up your world,

then I'm sorry.

Whoa, whoa.

Jan, hold up. Sit down, baby.

What you talking about?

Sit down.

What's wrong with you?

If you're carrying my seed,

it means you are my world.

- You're not sitting there thinking, "Oh, f***"?

- No, I'm not.

- You know I got you.

- You got me?

No doubt.

Come here.

Oh, f***.

- What's up, D Roc?

- Yo, what up's, son?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Let's get this money then.

Me and D Roc were like factory workers...

and Fulton Street

was the assembly line.

Here we go

But every now and then,

D Roc would say, "Yo, can I get a rhyme?"

See, drug dealing was like my wife.

Rapping was just some chick on the side.

Before I knew it, word got out

a bout my skills and sh*t.

Then this kid named Primo

called me out.

Everyone was jocking him,

'cause he never lost a battle.

It was one thing to rhyme for your boys,

but it was another to battle.

- ' Bout time you stopped running.

- ' Bout time your ass stopped talking sh*t.

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