Notorious Page #11

even with everything you've been through.

Thankyou.

I want you to be careful, Chrissy-poo.

I hate it when you call me that.

I forgot.

You're all grown-up now.

West Coast rappers

were still scared to come to the East Coast...

and East Coast rappers

were scared to come out west...

but it was time

to put an end to all this sh*t.

So I went to Cali to promote my album.

Y'al I see how sexy I looked last night

at the Soul Train Awards?

- Yeah. We saw you.

- I gotta stay out here and promote the album.

You think T'yanna could come out?

Maybe my moms could bring her?

Um-

Okay.

I wouldn't have a problem with that.

Thanks, man.

These shits are hot!

I'm gonna holler at you later, all right?

Yeah, man. Oooh!

- Man, that sh*t look real good, man.

- My mom's gonna love this.

This joint is bangin'.

- So we going to the party tonight or what?

- My ass too tired.

Folks wanna see you.

- Yeah.

- It's hot as sh*t here in Cali.

You tell that fat motherf***er

he's not gonna make it out of L.A. Alive.

F*** you, motherf***er.

We ain't hidin'!

- Another one?

- Yeah, man.

F*** it.

We in Cali, right?

- Man, we going out tonight.

- All right, man, f*** it.

Hip-hop royalty from both coasts...

are out on the town here in L.A. Tonight.

Vibe magazine is hosting a major party

in honor of yesterday's Soul Train Awards...

and some big names are expected to attend.

Hello?

- You coming to the party?

- Yeah, we on our way over there right now.

- I thought you were going to London.

- I was...

but I gotta stay here

and promote the album.

So when you get back to New York,

I want you to send C.J. Out here with my moms.

Jan's letting me scoop up T'yanna,

so I need my son to be here.

All right, we can work that out.

Let's talk later.

Ha, sicker than your average

Poppa twist cabbage

off instinct

Niggas don't think sh*t stink

Pink gators

My Detroit players

Timbs for my hooligans

in Brooklyn

Dead right

if they head right

Biggie there every night

Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos

Never lose, never choose to

Bruise crews who do something to us

Talk go through us

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us

Who, us

Yeah, Poppa and Puff

Close like Starsky and Hutch

Stick the clutch

Dare I squeeze three

at your cherry M-3

Bang every M.C.

Easily, easily

Recently niggas fronting

ain't saying nothing

So I just speak my piece

keep my peace

Cubans with the Jesus piece

with my peeps

Yo, we in L.A.! We in L.A.!

Yo, you feel the love we getting up here?

I just wanna give it all back.

Yeah, Puff. I told you they gonna

feel this record, baby.

Sound like you just did,

and we ain't even done yet.

Let's change the world, Big.

Can't change the world

unless we change our selves.

I think all my life I was trying to become a man...

but for some reason on this night

I didn't have to try any more.

My second album was about to drop...

and it felt like God was giving me

a clean slate all over again.

Unfortunately, we being shut down.

We done burn it up in here tonight.

Fire marshal's in the house

and we got to go.

Please exit to the far left.

We should just chill.

Let them clear out first, all right?

You're the man.

Everybody love you right now, son.

Yo, look. We got sh*t to do

in the morning.

- Hotel, baby. All right?

- All right.

What's up?

I just wanted to say sorry and sh*t.

When I get back to New York,

why don't we just...

sit down and figure out

what the f*** we doing?

No more drama.

We could do that.

You all right?

- I'm good.

- Guess what.

- I bought my own truck.

- Oh, sh*t. For real?

- Black Lex.

- You owe me a ride.

All over Brooklyn.

- It's a date.

- I got you.

- Later, Mookie.

- Later.

- Let's hit it.

- Whoa, whoa, let's roll. Let's roll, y'all.

- We out. Car's over there.

- Let's go.

See y'all at the hotel!

I'm going, going

back to, back to Cali, Cali

- We back, baby, we back! We back on top, baby!

- No doubt. We did it.

- Look at that! What's up, ma?

- What's up?

- Oh, you're looking fine!

- Going to the after party?

- Wherever you're headed, ma. You feel me?

- Where y'all going?

Let's go to the show!

Sh*t! Where y'all goin'?

You okay?

You okay? Get up!

Yo, what's up? What's up?

Let's get out of here, man!

Let's get to a hospital!

Get in! Go! Drive!

- Come on, get us to the hospital!

- Just shut up, man! Drive! Drive!

Now the day is over

Night is drawing nigh

Shadows of the evening

Steal across the sky

Now the darkness gathers

Stars begin to peek

Sun and birds and flowers

They are sound a sleep

Ms. Wallace, if there's anything...

anything that you need, I...

I wanna take my son home

just one last time.

You need some help, Ms. Wallace?

Oh, no, sweetheart. You just had a baby.

You sit right here and relax.

- Can I hold my grandson now?

- One minute, Ma.

All right.

- Thanks for bringing him.

- You're welcome.

This little nigga

like a light-skinned you.

Can't this motherf***er be in the world

one week before being called a nigga?

As if"motherf***er" is really that much better.

Both of y'all need to watch your language

around my grand children.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Come on, it's time to eat.

I'll take the baby so you can eat.

Uh! Say grace.

Dear God.

Thank you.

- That's it?

- Yeah.

I thought it was perfect.

We loved him too!

Biggie Smalls!

My son, Christopher Wallace, told stories.

Some of them were funny,

some of them were sad...

some of them were violent...

but people listened.

I'm saddened that his life

was cut down at the age of 24...

but I find solace in knowing

that he became a man...

and he was ready to live.

As I looked out

at all those faces...

something happened.

Someone in the crowd

turned on their radio...

and I could hear my son's voice.

Hah, sicker than

your average Poppa

Twist cabbage off instinct

Niggas don't think sh*t stink

Pink gators

my Detroit players

Timbs for my hooligans

in Brooklyn

Dead right, if they head right

Biggie there every night

Poppa been smooth

since days of Underoos

Never lose, never choose to bruise crews

who do something to us, talk go through us

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us

Who, us

Yeah, Poppa and Puff

Close like Starsky and Hutch

Stick the clutch

Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3

- Bang every M. C. Easil y, easily

- Take that! Ha-ha-ha!

Recently niggas fronting

ain't saying nothing

So I just speak my piece

keep my peace

Cubans with the Jesus piece

with my peeps

Packing, asking who want it, you got it

Nigga, flaunt it

That Brooklyn bullshit

we on it

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie

can't you see

Sometimes your words

just hypnotize me

And I just love

your flashy ways

I guess that's why they broke

and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie

can't you see

Sometimes your words

just hypnotize me

And I just love

your flashy ways

I guess that's why they broke

and you're so paid

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