C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
C'mon push baby, one more time
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
You did it baby, yeah!
*Curtis Mayfield's "Super Fly" plays over this*
*Sugarhill Gang's "Rappers Delight" fades in*
... The hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop!
Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
The boogey to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin, to the beat
*Voice comes in over*
God damnit, what the f**k are you doin?
You can't control that god damn boy? (What?)
I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the
motherfuckin boy and chopped him
(Get your black a** off!)
You can't control the god, I don't know
what the f**k to do with that boy
(What the f**k do you, whatta you do?)
If if you can't fuckin control him
(All you fuckin do is b***h at me)
b***h, what I say, I'ma send his motherfuckin a**
to a group home goddamnit, what??
I'll smack the s**t outta you b***h
(Take your black a**, the f**k outta here)
m**********r, you are fuckin up
(Comin in here, smellin like pile of s**t, dumb motherfucker)
*Sugarhill fades out, Audio Two fades in*
Gizmo's cuttin, up for the
Suckers that's, down with me!
What n***a you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy?
B. I. G.: Yes, yes, m**********r, motherfuckin right, n***a yes
N***a what the f**k n***a? We gonna get...
B. I. G.: n***a it's eighty-seven n***a, is you dead broke?
Yeah n***a but, but...
B. I. G.: m**********r is you broke m**********r?
We need to get some motherfuckin paper n***a
Yeah but n***a it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
B. I. G.: Just listen man, your mother givin you money n***a?
My moms don't give me s**t n***a, it's time to get paid n***a
is you wit me? *Gun clicks* Moth*****k is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you n***a c'mon
B. I. G.: Alright then n***a lets make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! *Blam blam*
Get on the motherfuckin floor!
B. I. G.: Chill, give me all your motherfuckin money
And don't move n***a!
B. I. G.: Give me all your motherfuckin money, I want the jewelry
Give me every fuckin thing
N***a I'd shut the f**k up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin brains out!
N***a, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
B. I. G.: f**k you b***h, get up off that s**t
What the f**k you holdin on to that s**t for b***h?
*Audio Two fades out, Snoop Dogg fades in*
Open C-74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin us?
B. I. G.: C'mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man?
Tryin to get the f**k up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You ni***z always are
B. I. G.: Go head man, what the f**k is you hollerin about?
You won't see me up in this m**********r no mroe
B. I. G.: I got big plans n***a, big plans, hahahahaha
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