Notorious Page #7

Ain't that what you wanted?

You said, "I got you."

- Sh*t.

- "No one's gonna hurt you no more."

Look, this f***ing recording studio

ain't big enough for all that personal sh*t.

What do you see in her that you

don't see in me? I want to know.

You're my f***ing artist.

All right?

You're my f***ing artist.

That's all I am to you, Big?

Do the f***ing song.

Throw your motherfucking hands

in the air

Throw your motherfucking hands

in the air

Throw your motherfuckin' hands

in the air

Check it out

- Somebody say, "B.I.G."

- B.I.G.!

- Say, "B.I.G."

- B.I.G.!

Everybody put your middle fingers in the air

like this and turn it like this!

Check it

and let me hear you say

- "F*** that side"

- F*** that side!

- Say, "F*** that side"

- F*** that side!

Say, "F*** that side"

F*** that side!

Who the f*** is this paging me

at 5:
46 in the mornin'

Crack of dawnin'

now I'm yawnin'

Wipe the cold out my eyes

See who's this pagin' me

and why

It's my nigga Pop

from the barbershop

Told me he was in the gamblin' spot

I heard the intricate plot

Some niggas wanna stick me

like fly paper, neighbor

Slow down, love

Please chill, drop the caper

Remember them niggas from the hill

up in Brownsville

That you rolled dicewit'

Smoked blunts and got nicewit'

Yeah, my nigga Fame

up in Prospect

Nah, that's my nigga

Nah, love wouldn't disrespect

I didn't say dem

They schooled me to some niggas

that you knew from backwhen

When you was

clockin' minor figures

Now they heard you

blowin' up like nitro

And they wanna stick the knife

through your windpipe slow

So, thank Fame for warnin' me

'cause now I'm warnin' you

I got the mack nigga

Tell me what you gonna do

Damn!

Niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Damn!

Niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Damn!

Niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Damn!

Niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Do my ladies

run this motherf***er

Hell, yeah!

Hello.

- Is Chris home?

- No.

Know when he'll be back?

I don't.

Is there a message?

Um-

Tell him he needs to visit his daughter

every once in a while.

I let my tape rock

till my tape popped

Smoking weed and bamboo

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 limelight

'cause I rhyme tight

Time to get paid

blow up like the World Trade

Born sinner

the opposite of a winner

Remember when I used to

eat sardines for dinner

Peace to Ron G, Brucey B

Kid Capri

Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug

Starsky

I'm blowin' up

like you thought I would

Call the crib same number, same hood

It's all good

And if you don't know

now you know

- Ladies!

- You know very well!

- I can't hear you

- Who you are!

- A little louder

- Don't let'em hold you down!

So how's Philly?

I had females crying for me like

I was Michael Jackson and sh*t.

Well, tell them hos to beat it.

You had a- a visitor, by the way.

- Your ex came over.

- Jan?

- Yeah.

- What the hell does she want?

For you to spend time with your daughter.

I do spend time with my daughter,

whenever I can.

I'm breaking Jan off every

motherfucking weekwith cash.

- Giving money ain't the same thing.

- Whose side are you on?

- You have to ask?

- My bad.

So check it.

Mark met some chick, so I may let them...

use my suite tonight,

so don't bother calling.

You're letting Mark use your room?

Yeah, it ain't no thing.

It sounds stupid, that's all.

That's 'cause it is stupid.

But it's for my man, you know?

- All right. I love you.

- I love you, too, Fay.

- Hello?

- Hi. Could you watch Chyna for me?

Yes?

- House keeping.

- No, thank you.

Sorry, ma'am.

I can't hear you through the door.

I said, no, thank you

- Sh*t!

- What the f***?

- Fay, wait. Fay.

- What the f***?

Fay, wait! Don't!

- F***ing b*tch!

- Hey, FEW, wait. Fay-Fay.

- Sh*t! Fay! I wasn't even f***ing her.

Well, you should have been.

You didn't

hear me calling out

Calling for

your warm affection

After all this time

You can't deny

What I'm feeling, ohh-oh-ohh

Ohh-ohh

And I stood right by

Your side

Went through

all the hurt and pain

Then you turned

and walked away

- I remem ber

- I remember

You used to love me, baby

- I remember

- Ohh-oh-ohh

The days you used to love me

Ohh-oh-ohh, remember

I don't know what else to do but be real with you.

I f***ed up.

I miss being home with you and Chyna.

I got caught up in some bullshit.

I'll never f*** up again, Fay-Fay.

Fay.

I don't know what else to say.

I just want to come home.

- Ladies and gentlemen-

- Stupid.

Nobody smile like you, Fay-Fay.

Forgive me, Fay-Fay?

Hmm?

Oh, sh*t!

See what you did?

I love you, Fay-Fay.

I love you too.

Things got cool with me and Faith...

so I took Junior M.A.F.I.A.

On the road.

But the smoother sh*t got with me and Fay,

the bumpier they got with me and Kim.

Notorious B.I. G. Presents...

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Featuring Lil' Kim!

Niggas, better grab a seat

Grab hold your dick

'cause this b*tch get deep

Deeper than the p*ssy

of a b*tch six feet

Stiff d*cks feel sweet

in this little petite

Young b*tch from the street

guaranteed to stay down

Used to bring work out oftown

on Greyhound

Now I'm Billboard bound

Niggas, press to hit it

Play me like a chicken

Thinking I'm pressed to get it

Rather do the killin'

in the stick-upjooks

Rather count a million

while you eat my p*ssy

Push me to the limit

Get my feelings in it

Get me open

while I'm comin' down your throat

You wanna be my main squeeze

nigga, don'tcha

You wanna lick

between my knees, nigga

Don'tcha wanna see me

whipping your three down the ave

Blow up spots on b*tches

because I'm mad

Break up affairs

lick shots in the air

You get vexed and start

swinging every where

Me shifty

Now you want to pistol-whip me

Pull out your nine

while I cock on mine

Know what, nigga

I ain't got time for this

So what, nigga

I'm not trying to hear that sh*t

Now, you want to buy me

diamonds and Armani suits

AdrienneVittadini

and Chanel nine boots

Things to make up

for all the games and the lies

Hallmark cards

saying, "I apologize"

Is you wit' me

How could you ever deceive me

The pay back's a b*tch

Motherf***er, believe me

Naw, I ain't gay

This ain't no lesbo flow

Just a little somethin'

to let you motherfuckers know

Get money, f*** b*tches

- Get money

- Get money, f*** b*tches

That's that Biggie joint, baby.

"One More Chance" officially got

the number-one slot on the chart this week.

Biggie!

I love you.

We push the hottest V's

Peel fast through the city

Pla y Monopoly with real cash

Me and Biggie and the models be

shakin' they saditty ass

And parotta be somethin'

you cats got to see

And the watches be all types

and shapes of stones

Bein' broke is childish

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