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
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
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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