Notorious

Where you gonna be 10 years from now?

Ten years from now,

where do I wanna be?

I wanna be... just living, man.

Just living comfortably with my wife, you know.

Just layin' back. Just chilling.

You know what I'm saying? Living.

Where do I think I'll be in 10 years?

I don't think I'll be seeing it, dog, for real, man.

I don't think my luck is that good.

I hope it is, but if it ain't,

so be it. I'm ready.

Come on, hah, sicker than your average poppa

Twist cabbage off instinct

Niggas don't think shit stink

Pink gators

my Detroit players

- Puffy! Congratulations!

- Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn

Dead right, if they head right

Biggie there every night

Poppa been smooth

since days of Underoos

Can't wait for the new al bum, man.

Congratulations.

Yeah!

Yo, Big, let's change the world.

Let's roll. Let's roll, y'all.

You needa real man.

- We back, baby. We back!

- No doubt.

We back on top, baby!

- Yo, what's up, ma?

- What's up?

You looking fine.

I'm going to have to get your number.

I don't know.

What's up with you?

In the beginning...

God gave me a clean slate.

But where I grew up,

I knew I couldn't stay clean.

If you was a nice, ordinary kid...

you was an easy mark for the wanna be gangsters

and cutthroat girls in the school yard.

- You wanna check out this magazine?

- Right on. Let's go.

Fab 5 Freddy. There we go.

Kurtis Blow, man!

He's the man! You know-

Clap your hands, everybody

lf you got what it takes

'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow

and I want you to know that these are the breaks

Break it up, break it up

break it up

- There we go.

- Yeah.

I know.

Y'all want our autograph?

We gonna be in a magazine one day.

Chris Shy-ass can't be in no magazine.

He's too fat, black and ugly.

At least there ain't

no train tracks in my mouth.

What do I tell you?

If you just pay attention...

you study hard, always do your best

and look what happens.

A hundred percent!

- I'm proud of you, Chrissy-poo.

- Don't call me that!

Oh, I forgot.

You're all grown-up now, huh?

My moms was from a small town in Jamaica...

where they left the doors

unlocked at night.

But in our neighborhood,

the only time she let me off the stoop...

was when she walked me home from school.

We've seen that 12, 13 times.

Don't you wanna see something different?

This was Brooklyn. Do-or-die Bed-Stuy.

And there was just some shit

Moms couldn't protect me from.

Voletta.

Christopher, say hello to your father.

Sugar?

A hundred dollars.

Is that all he's worth to you?

Are you even planning on

being in his life?

- Thin gs are complicated.

- Things?

I feel like if you and I could just...

It was easy to lie about your wife.

Now, when it comes to your child,

"things"are complicated.

Bye, Voletta.

You for got something.

What's up, y'all?

This is Super Rocking

Mr. Magic holding it down.

This is DJ Marley Marl.

- Check it out, y'all.

- It's all the way live.

He ain't coming back, is he?

No. I don't believe so.

Good. I'm glad.

Oh.

Come here.

We're gonna be all right, just you and me.

You ain't no pops to me

You just some nigga

sipping on tea

Moms don't want your money

so run and flee

Flee...

Back all hunched over

'cause you gotta admit

I don't need you in my life

'cause you ain't shit

Right then and there...

I decided to stop being

that little kid on the stoop.

I knew life was a fucked-up game...

and I knew D Roc was fucked up enough

to show me how to play.

- What's up, D Roc?

- What up, big boy?

- Your mama finally let you out the house?

- Told you I would come.

- I ain't on lockdown like that.

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