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

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 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
Nigga it's a train, ain't nobody never robbed no motherf*ckin' 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? Motherf*cker, is you with me?
Yeah, I'm with you, nigga, come on
Alright then, nigga, lets make it happen then
All you motherf*ckers get on the f*ckin' floor
Get on the motherf*ckin' floor
Chill, give me all your motherf*ckin' money
And don't move, nigga
I want the f*ckin' jewelry
Give me every f*ckin' thing
Nigga, I'd shut the f*ck up or I'ma blow your motherf*ckin' brains out
Shut the f*ck up, bitch, give me your f*ckin' money, motherf*cker
F*ck you, bitch, get up off that shit
What the f*ck 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 f*ckin' question is that, man?
Tryin' to get the f*ck up out this joint, dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggas always are
Go ahead, man, what the f*ck is you hollerin' about?
You won't see me up in this motherf*cker no more
We'll see
I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahaha