Intro Lyrics

Push 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!
Yeah c'mon!
Yeah! Yeahhhh!
You did it baby, yeah!

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

God damnit, what the f-ck are you doin?
You can't control that god damn boy? (What?)
I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the
motherf-ckin boy and chopped him
(Get your black ass off!)
You can't control the god, I don't know
what the f-ck to do with that boy
(What the f-ck do you, whatta you do?)
If if you can't f-ckin control him
(All you f-ckin do is bitch at me)
Bitch, what I say, I'ma send his motherf-ckin ass
to a group home goddamnit, what??
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch
Take your black ass, the f-ck outta here)
otherf-cker, you are f-ckin up
(Comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherf-cker)

Gizmo's cuttin, up for the
Suckers that's, down with me!

What nigga you wanna rob them motherf-ckin trains you crazy?
Yes, yes, motherf-cker, motherf-ckin right, nigga yes
Nigga what the f-ck nigga? We gonna get...
Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but...
Motherf-cker is you broke motherf-cker?
We need to get some motherf-ckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherf-ckin train
Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?
My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid nigga
is you wit me? [gun clicks] Motherf-ck is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon
Alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherf-ckers get on the f-ckin floor! *blam blam*
Get on the motherf-ckin floor!
Chill, give me all your motherfuckin money
And don't move nigga!
Give me all your motherfuckin money, I want the jewelry
Give me every fuckin thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin brains out!
Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit
What the fuck you holdin on to that shit for bitch?

Open C-74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin us?
C'mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man?
Tryin to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaz always are
Go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin about?
You won't see me up in this motherfucker no more
We'll see I got big plans nigga, big plans,


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Singer(s): NOTORIOUS B.I.G. Ft. Puff Daddy
Movie/Album: Ready to Die
Year: 1994