Notorious Page #2

- Yeah. That's Chris.

- Come on, man.

Get out ofhere. Y'all got big

This what y'all wanna see? Huh?

Y'all wanna see me and big boy?

We got MC quest out here.

That's what- MC Quest.

Come on, man. Y'all know

who the king of Fulton is.

Hey, deejay, play me something nice, man.

All right. Do it.

I 'm gonna get some barbecue chicken

when I'm done with big boy.

You sure you don't want

no barbecue chicken?

Now let me tell you a little story

about the P-P-Preem

Preem head bald

like Mr. Clean

And Preem be fresh

like Irish Spring

And 'round here

I'm raining and reigning king

Big Preem

Coming from the borough of Brooks

You sweet on the mike

so your mike get took

Pla ya slowjam track

and I'll smoke that ass

Techno track

and I smoke that ass

You can't see me

It's like you blind

I call you son 'cause you mine

not 'cause you shine

Man, get this fool out of here.

You can't be serious, man.

Let's do it though, kid.

Come on. What you got, big boy?

Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn where this rapper

was originated

Your rhymes ain't sh*t

Your flow's constipated

Many awaited the heavy set brother

from Fulton Street

Drop a rhyme to a funky beat

Niggas wanna know

how I live the mack life

Making money

smoking mikes like crack pipes

Making loot

knocking boots on the regular

Pass the microphone

I'm the perfect competitor

Jewels and all that

The clothes is all that

Come step it to me

That's where you take your fall at

B.I.G., just like my murder

It's unheard of

I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner

Word to mother

I'm above ya

And I love ya

'cause you a sweet b*tch

A crazy crab

that might make my dick itch

I flow looser than Luther

You have to get used to B.I.G. Is the boss trooper

Like ice cream, I'll scoop ya

I got it going on

Live with action

guaranteed raw

For all you bum-ass niggas

- Yo, that was hot.

- That's what I'm talking about.

Get him downtown.

Primo. Who the hell is that?

What's up, Mom Dukes?

So I was by Fulton Records and I thought,

"What would make Slim happy??"

So I bought you the corniest

country album I could find.

In the last month,

you have missed 20 days of school.

All right. Look.

I tried, Ma.

I missed a few days.

But I went back three weeks straight.

Then three people came to

my class on career day:

A computer technician,

a store owner, a doctor...

- and they all looked like poor, broke-down niggas.

- You watch your mouth.

I can't see myself going to

school to end up like them...

'cause I got something to do right now.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Jan's pregnant.

I'm gonna be a father.

Please tell me that you are not that stupid.

Why would you even say

something like that?

Because you are still a damn boy.

Is this why you think

I came to the States-

So I can spend all my days

taking care of you, feeding you?

Cleaning up old plates of mashed potatoes

you leave underyour bed?

- What?

- You can't take care of your self.

- How are you gonna take care of a baby?

- What did you do with it?

- Where's the plate?

- I threw it in the trash. It was disgusting.

It's my work, man.

- What are you doing?

- Those wasn't no damn mashed potatoes, all right?

Look at me.

I said, "Look at me."

Are you telling me

what I think you're telling me?

Boy, you gonna end up like those

worthless bums you hang with.

- Don't you see that?

- Bums don't have chains, and boys don't have money. I'm a man.

You think that makes you a man?

Get out.

- Ma.

- Get out.

The f*** is goin'on

I wasn't the man my moms wanted me to be.

So f*** it. I was gonna be

the man I needed to be.

When I die, f*** it

I wanna go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of sh*t

It ain't hard to f***in' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit'

the goodie- goodies dressed in white

I like black Timbs

and black hoodies

God will pro bably have me

on some real strict sh*t

- No sleepin' all day

- What up, baby?

- What up, man?

- Yo! What up, Chris?

I 'm telling you, Lil' Cee,

the corner ain't no place for you.

Yo, man. I'm just chilling.

That's all.

Yo, D!

Yo, D. Come here.

- Hell.

- Come here, man. Come here.

Does this look like a Lamaze class to you?

Hey, yo, Sandy, take your ass home.

- Come on!

- I got this.

She don't even love me like she did

when I was younger

Suckin'on her chest

just to stop my f***in'hunger

I wonder if i died

would tears come to her eyes

For give me for my disrespect

For give me for my lies

- My baby mother's eight months Her little sister's two

- Thanks, black man.

- I swear to God, I wanna just slit my wrists

- Yo, D!

- And end this bullshit

- F*** you, man!

I love you too, Sandy.

Yo! You selling crack

to someone who's pregnant.

F*** a pregnant b*tch.

I ain't get in this game to be no social worker.

A worthless f***in' buddha-head

I got tired of that

nickel-and-dime sh*t, so I stepped up my game.

I feel like death is f***in' callin'me

- Nah, you wouldn't understand

- Nig ga, talk to me, please

You see, it's kinda like the crack did

to Pookie in New Jack

I had four young cats out on the streets.

Look at you, man.

All grown up and sh*t.

Shut the f*** up and get back by the door.

I wasn't hanging with

my boys, wasn't messing with no chicks.

I was too busy counting paper.

But I was moving too f***ing fast and I slipped up.

You have a collect call from

Christopher Wallace.

an inmate at the Wake County Jail.

Ma.

Damn you, Christopher.

I f***ed up.

I need your help.

No. You got your self into this mess.

You get your self out.

I can't ask you to pray for me?

I never stop praying for you.

But you need to stop wasting God's time

and pray for your self.

Close your eyes, Christopher.

Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death...

Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death...

I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thoupreparest a table

before me in the presence of mine enemies.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me

all the days of my life.

You got your self

into this mess. You get your self out.

That was the first time in my life I thought...

if i was dead,

my f***ing problems would go away.

I started rhyming 'cause I was bored.

Plain and simple.

But then my frustrations turned into rhymes,

and those rhymes told my story.

The 23 rd Psal m was what

my moms had to offer

No collection plate

to make hard time feel softer

I know how it feels

to wake up f***ed up

Pockets broke as hell

Another rock to sell

I got P-A -l-D

That's why my moms hates me

She was forced

to kick me out, no doubt

Then I figured out nicks

went for 20 down south

Christopher, it's a girl.

I know how it feels

to wake up f***ed up

Pockets broke as hell

Another rock to sell

Baby on the way

Mad bills to pay

Welcome home.

- Where is she?

- Oh. All right. All right.

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