Notorious Page #2

- That's right.

Lf you keep cutting class,

that's exactly what you'll become.

Well, I found out a teacher

makes 24,000 a year...

and a garbageman makes 28,000 a year.

I'm gonna make $4,000 more

than his dumb ass.

All right. Get out.

Hey! Get out of my class.

Thanks for meeting up.

You know you got it like that.

When my moms see that phone bill,

she gonna kill me.

We gotta chill with all that wild-ass phone sex.

Um-

I'm pregnant.

I went to the doctor and everything.

We gonna have a baby.

- Damn.

- Damn?

Is that it? I was half way hoping

you was gonna be happy.

But if this fucks up your world,

then I'm sorry.

Whoa, whoa.

Jan, hold up. Sit down, baby.

What you talking about?

Sit down.

What's wrong with you?

If you're carrying my seed,

it means you are my world.

- You're not sitting there thinking, "Oh, f***"?

- No, I'm not.

- You know I got you.

- You got me?

No doubt.

Come here.

Oh, f***.

- What's up, D Roc?

- Yo, what up's, son?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Let's get this money then.

Me and D Roc were like factory workers...

and Fulton Street

was the assembly line.

Here we go

But every now and then,

D Roc would say, "Yo, can I get a rhyme?"

See, drug dealing was like my wife.

Rapping was just some chick on the side.

Before I knew it, word got out

a bout my skills and sh*t.

Then this kid named Primo

called me out.

Everyone was jocking him,

'cause he never lost a battle.

It was one thing to rhyme for your boys,

but it was another to battle.

- ' Bout time you stopped running.

- ' Bout time your ass stopped talking sh*t.

- Yeah. That's Chris.

- Come on, man.

Get out ofhere. Y'all got big

This what y'all wanna see? Huh?

Y'all wanna see me and big boy?

We got MC quest out here.

That's what- MC Quest.

Come on, man. Y'all know

who the king of Fulton is.

Hey, deejay, play me something nice, man.

All right. Do it.

I 'm gonna get some barbecue chicken

when I'm done with big boy.

You sure you don't want

no barbecue chicken?

Now let me tell you a little story

about the P-P-Preem

Preem head bald

like Mr. Clean

And Preem be fresh

like Irish Spring

And 'round here

I'm raining and reigning king

Big Preem

Coming from the borough of Brooks

You sweet on the mike

so your mike get took

Pla ya slowjam track

and I'll smoke that ass

Techno track

and I smoke that ass

You can't see me

It's like you blind

I call you son 'cause you mine

not 'cause you shine

Man, get this fool out of here.

You can't be serious, man.

Let's do it though, kid.

Come on. What you got, big boy?

Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn where this rapper

was originated

Your rhymes ain't sh*t

Your flow's constipated

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