Notorious Page #3

Many awaited the heavy set brother

from Fulton Street

Drop a rhyme to a funky beat

Niggas wanna know

how I live the mack life

Making money

smoking mikes like crack pipes

Making loot

knocking boots on the regular

Pass the microphone

I'm the perfect competitor

Jewels and all that

The clothes is all that

Come step it to me

That's where you take your fall at

B.I.G., just like my murder

It's unheard of

I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner

Word to mother

I'm above ya

And I love ya

'cause you a sweet b*tch

A crazy crab

that might make my dick itch

I flow looser than Luther

You have to get used to B.I.G. Is the boss trooper

Like ice cream, I'll scoop ya

I got it going on

Live with action

guaranteed raw

For all you bum-ass niggas

- Yo, that was hot.

- That's what I'm talking about.

Get him downtown.

Primo. Who the hell is that?

What's up, Mom Dukes?

So I was by Fulton Records and I thought,

"What would make Slim happy??"

So I bought you the corniest

country album I could find.

In the last month,

you have missed 20 days of school.

All right. Look.

I tried, Ma.

I missed a few days.

But I went back three weeks straight.

Then three people came to

my class on career day:

A computer technician,

a store owner, a doctor...

- and they all looked like poor, broke-down niggas.

- You watch your mouth.

I can't see myself going to

school to end up like them...

'cause I got something to do right now.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Jan's pregnant.

I'm gonna be a father.

Please tell me that you are not that stupid.

Why would you even say

something like that?

Because you are still a damn boy.

Is this why you think

I came to the States-

So I can spend all my days

taking care of you, feeding you?

Cleaning up old plates of mashed potatoes

you leave underyour bed?

- What?

- You can't take care of your self.

- How are you gonna take care of a baby?

- What did you do with it?

- Where's the plate?

- I threw it in the trash. It was disgusting.

It's my work, man.

- What are you doing?

- Those wasn't no damn mashed potatoes, all right?

Look at me.

I said, "Look at me."

Are you telling me

what I think you're telling me?

Boy, you gonna end up like those

worthless bums you hang with.

- Don't you see that?

- Bums don't have chains, and boys don't have money. I'm a man.

You think that makes you a man?

Get out.

- Ma.

- Get out.

The f*** is goin'on

I wasn't the man my moms wanted me to be.

So f*** it. I was gonna be

the man I needed to be.

When I die, f*** it

I wanna go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of sh*t

It ain't hard to f***in' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit'

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