The Notorious B.I.G. - Intro Lyrics

Push
Come on, she almost there push, come on
Come on, come on, push, it's almost there
One more time, come one
Come on, push, baby, one more time
Harder, harder, push it harder
Push, push, come on
One more time, here it goes
I see the head
Yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah
You did it, baby, yeah

But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The only game you know is do or die
Ah-ha-ha
Hard to understand what a hell of a man

Hip hop the hippie the hippie
TP the hip hop and you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie to the boogie that be
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin', to the beat

Goddamn it, Voletta, what the fuck are you doin'?
You can't control that goddamn boy? (What?)
I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherfucking boy shoplifting
What the fuck are you doing? (Kiss my black ass, motherfucker)
You can't control that god-, I don't know what the fuck to do with that boy
(What the fuck do you want me to do?)
If if you can't fucking control that boy, I'ma send him
(All you fucking do is bitch at me)
Bitch, bitch, I'ma send his motherfuckin' ass to a group home goddamnit, what?
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch, what, what the fuck?
(Kiss my black ass, motherfucker)
You're fuckin' up
(Comin' in here smelling like sour socks you, dumb motherfucker)

When I'm bustin' up a party I feel no guilt
Gizmo's cuttin' up for thee
Suckers that's down with nei-

What, nigga, you wanna rob them motherfuckin' trains, you crazy?
Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin' right, nigga, yes
Nigga, what the fuck, nigga? We gonna get-
Nigga, it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah, nigga, but, but
Motherfucker, is you broke, motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin' paper, nigga
Nigga it's a train, ain't nobody never robbed no motherfuckin' train
Just listen, man, is your mother givin' you money, nigga?
My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid, nigga
Is you with me? Motherfucker, is you with me?
Yeah, I'm with you, nigga, come on
Alright then, nigga, lets make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin' floor
Get on the motherfuckin' floor
Chill, give me all your motherfuckin' money
And don't move, nigga
I want the fuckin' jewelry
Give me every fuckin' thing
Nigga, I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out
Shut the fuck up, bitch, give me your fuckin' money, motherfucker
Fuck you, bitch, get up off that shit
What the fuck you holdin' on to that shit for, bitch?

I get money, money I got
Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot

Open C-74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin' us?
Come on, 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 niggas always are
Go ahead, 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, hahaha