Intro

LETRA

Intro

[puff daddy]
Push
C'mon shorty stay push c'mon
C'mon c'mon push it's almost there
One more time c'mon
*baby cries*
C'mon push baby one more time
*baby cries*
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!

*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*** 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 ass off!)
You can't control the god, i don't know
What the f*** to do with that boy
(what the f*** do you, whatta you do?)
If if you can't fuc*** control him
(all you fuc*** do is bitch at me)
Bitch, what i say, i'ma send his motherfuc*** ass
To a group home goddamnit, what??
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch
(take your black ass, the f*** outta here)
Motherfucker, you are fuc*** up
(comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherfucker)

*sugarhill fades out, audio two fades in*

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

What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuc*** trains you crazy?
B.i.g.: yes, yes, motherfuc***, motherfuc*** right, nigga yes
Nigga what the f*** nigga? we gonna get...
B.i.g.: nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but...
B.i.g.: motherfuc*** is you broke motherfuc***?
We need to get some motherfuc*** paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuc*** train
B.i.g.: 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* motherfuck is you wit me?
Yeah i'm wit you nigga c'mon
B.i.g.: alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherfuc*** get on the fuc*** floor! *blam blam*
Get on the motherfuc*** floor!
B.i.g.: chill, give me all your motherfuc*** money
And don't move nigga!
B.i.g.: give me all your motherfuc*** money, i want the jewelry
Give me every fuc*** thing
Nigga i'd shut the f*** up or i'ma blow your motherfuc*** brains out!
Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
B.i.g.: f*** you bitch, get up off that shit
What the f*** you holdin on to that shit for bitch?

*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 fuc*** question is that man?
Tryin to get the f*** up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaz always are
B.i.g.: go head man, what the f*** is you hollerin about?
You won't see me up in this motherfuc*** no mroe
We'll see
B.i.g.: i got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaha