Notorious Page #4

the goodie- goodies dressed in white

I like black Timbs

and black hoodies

God will pro bably have me

on some real strict sh*t

- No sleepin' all day

- What up, baby?

- What up, man?

- Yo! What up, Chris?

I 'm telling you, Lil' Cee,

the corner ain't no place for you.

Yo, man. I'm just chilling.

That's all.

Yo, D!

Yo, D. Come here.

- Hell.

- Come here, man. Come here.

Does this look like a Lamaze class to you?

Hey, yo, Sandy, take your ass home.

- Come on!

- I got this.

She don't even love me like she did

when I was younger

Suckin'on her chest

just to stop my f***in'hunger

I wonder if i died

would tears come to her eyes

For give me for my disrespect

For give me for my lies

- My baby mother's eight months Her little sister's two

- Thanks, black man.

- I swear to God, I wanna just slit my wrists

- Yo, D!

- And end this bullshit

- F*** you, man!

I love you too, Sandy.

Yo! You selling crack

to someone who's pregnant.

F*** a pregnant b*tch.

I ain't get in this game to be no social worker.

A worthless f***in' buddha-head

I got tired of that

nickel-and-dime sh*t, so I stepped up my game.

I feel like death is f***in' callin'me

- Nah, you wouldn't understand

- Nig ga, talk to me, please

You see, it's kinda like the crack did

to Pookie in New Jack

I had four young cats out on the streets.

Look at you, man.

All grown up and sh*t.

Shut the f*** up and get back by the door.

I wasn't hanging with

my boys, wasn't messing with no chicks.

I was too busy counting paper.

But I was moving too f***ing fast and I slipped up.

You have a collect call from

Christopher Wallace.

an inmate at the Wake County Jail.

Ma.

Damn you, Christopher.

I f***ed up.

I need your help.

No. You got your self into this mess.

You get your self out.

I can't ask you to pray for me?

I never stop praying for you.

But you need to stop wasting God's time

and pray for your self.

Close your eyes, Christopher.

Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death...

Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death...

I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thoupreparest a table

before me in the presence of mine enemies.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me

all the days of my life.

You got your self

into this mess. You get your self out.

That was the first time in my life I thought...

if i was dead,

my f***ing problems would go away.

I started rhyming 'cause I was bored.

Plain and simple.

But then my frustrations turned into rhymes,

and those rhymes told my story.

The 23 rd Psal m was what

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