Notorious Page #5

But this ain't cheap, nigga

Gots to pay a toll

Give a nigga head

and no, I never bite

Sexy-ass lyrics

you know you kind of like

Mike in my hand

You better understand

Lil' Kim be the baddest b*tch

in Brooklyn

Damn, shorty.

I'm loving that.

- Yeah?

- Uh-huh.

- What else you love?

- Mmm. I love it when you call me Big Poppa.

- I don't understand what you're doing.

- I am being a man.

You're coming in here

all hours of the night.

- Jan's calling me.

- Me and Jan ain't even kicking it.

You breaking up with your daughter too?

You too busy hanging out to go see her.

I'm not hanging out.

I'm working.

And I'm starting to question

what this job really is.

Puff got it all lined up.

What kind of man, grown-ass man,

calls himself "Puffy"?

That's just absolutely ridiculous.

- Puffy doesn't even have a job himself.

- It's not even like that.

- It's not like what? It's not like what?

- Jesus.

- What isn't it like, huh?

- Excuse me, Ms. Wallace.

Ifl could just explain

why Chris has been late.

Please. I want to hear this.

Yes, ma'am. Uh-

Your son has something special.

And sometimes it's gonna mean late nights

and hard work, but I think it's gonna pay off.

Now, the minute I see him slacking,

I'll be the first to let you know.

I been talking to Mark

about becoming my manager.

Good.

And if you're asking me to hold you

equally responsible, Mark- believe me, I will.

Yes, ma'am.

- I need to have a word with Chris.

- Yes, ma'am.

My doctor found a lump in my chest.

What?

My surgery is next week. They need to act

aggressively if I'm gonna have a chance.

"If"?

- What is that supposed to mean?

- I want to be up front with you, Christopher.

- No, Ma. No, I don't want to hear all that.

- No, listen.

- I need you to know something. Christopher! Please!

- I don't want to hear this, Ma.

Listen, yo. I got these ideas in my head.

Like, I've been thinking all night.

I can't get-Whoo!

Look, look, yo. I've been thinkin'

about my cousin Wayne. He's smart.

I been thinking about bringing him in

to help me with the management.

I think you'll dig him, Big.

Yo.

Big. Big.

Do you want to talk about it?

- About what?

- I mean, whatever's buggin' you, Big.

You haven't said sh*t

for the past couple days, man.

My moms has breast cancer.

Talkin' gonna fix that?

Sh*t.

No. I guess not.

I was only 15

when I lost my moms to cancer.

How'd you deal with sh*t?

I ain't feel like talking.

Look, Big, I know you goin'

through hard times right now.

But you're gonna have to be

a soldier for your moms.

You gonna have to be there

and support her, man.

I'm gonna pray for your moms, Big.

Some of y'all wrote me off.

Maybe some of y'all in this room.

- But what don't break a nigga will make a nigga!

- Yeah.

- To Bad Boy Records!

- To Bad Boy!

Yo, Puff, can I holler at you

for a minute?

Yeah, I wanna talk to you.

- Yo, how your moms?

- Gettin' her strength back.

She just got back from the hospital.

Look, Puff, man, this Bad Boy sh*t for real?

Let me show you something.

Yo, I took this here to Clive Davis.

Big on Side One- Biggie Smalls-

Side Two, Craig Mack.

B.I.G. Mack.

It's the B.I.G. Mack. Feel me?

What the hell could he say?

Just open it.

Welcome to Bad Boy.

- Love got to do

- When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew

Strapped like bam boo

but I don't sling guns

I got bags of funk

and it's sellin' by the tons

Niggas wanna know

how I live the mack life

Making money

smoking mikes like crack pipes

It's type simple

and plain to maintain

Add a little funk to the brain

The funk, baby

- I live for the funk

- The funk, baby

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I'll die for the funk

- I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

- F*** around and be hard-core.

I live for the funk

I'll die for the funk

That's hot. That's hot.

I love it.

- This could be my first single.

- I want you to hear something.

Juicy fruit

Juicy

Juicy

- Yeah

- Juicy fruit

- Candy rain Comin'down

- See what I'm saying?

I'm trying to get niggas out their seat.

This going to be like soul music.

If I spit this, niggas going to be laughing at me.

If you spit this, niggas going to be

laughing at you all the way to the bank, Big.

What's next? You want me

to dance like MC Hammer?

Look, you give me

that street sh*t for Side B.

But if l don't have something

I can play on the radio...

no body 'll everhear or buy your album.

You'll just be a broke-ass, mix-tape rapper.

Trust me, Big.

Yo. Puff got a point.

And he's burnin g a lot of money

in the studio.

These niggas look like Rick James.

- Yo.

- I need some time, man.

You gotta do what you gotta do.

Yo, come back in, like, an hour or two.

We'll have something ready by then. Puff, I got this.

- All right.

- All day.

Yo, Cease.

I'm gonna need some Pepsi

and some more weed.

- All right, man.

- And some females. Tell them we having a party.

- About time, baby! I'll be right back.

- Let me hear that one more time.

- Juicy fruit

- Juicy

What's up? That's 500.

Game over, man. Now you mad.

You lost. Loser.

Hey, yo, Big.

Your baby mama on the phone.

Not right now, man.

All right, man. I got you.

You're my sugar thing

My chocolate star

Look, Big, have you written

some lyrics down yet?

Gotta find some inspiration.

But you're the only one

That gives me good and plenty

Yeah?

You ready to go in the studio, Big?

Puffs on his way over.

- Come on. Wake up. Pull that track up.

- We don't pay you to sleep.

Live from Bedford-Stuywesant

the livest one

Representing B.K. To the fullest

Gats I pull it

Bastards ducking when Big be buckin'

Chicken heads be cluckin'

in my bathroom f***in'

It ain't nothing

Yo, uh, any time you wanna stop playin'.

Drop the drum.

Uh

It was all a dream

I used to read Word Up magazine

Salt-N-Pepa and Heavy D

up in the limousine

Hanging pictures on my wall

Every Saturday, Rap Attack

Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I let my tape rock

till my tape popped

Smoking weed and bam boo

sipping on Private Stock

Way back, when I had the red and black

lumberjack with the hat to match

Remember Rappin' Duke

Duh-ha, duh-ha

You never thought that hip-hop

would take it this far

Now I'm in the lime light

'cause I rhyme tight

- That's that money, baby!

- That's fire. That's fire.

Born sinner

The opposite of a winner

- Yo, he ain't write this down?

- I don't even know.

I mean, I think.

Tell you the truth,

I'm a little f***ed up right now.

I'm blowin' up

like you thought I would

- Call the crib Same numbers, same hood

- Yeah, Big.

It's all good

Uh

And if you don't know

now you know, nigga

That sh*t just clicked. Puffy gave it that gloss.

The way them snares

hitting them vocals dropped...

he took that track

from 100 percent to 200 percent.

They started saying we brought

the funk back to hip-hop.

All I know is,

I was doing what I always did.

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