Notorious Page #5

my moms had to offer

No collection plate

to make hard time feel softer

I know how it feels

to wake up f***ed up

Pockets broke as hell

Another rock to sell

I got P-A -l-D

That's why my moms hates me

She was forced

to kick me out, no doubt

Then I figured out nicks

went for 20 down south

Christopher, it's a girl.

I know how it feels

to wake up f***ed up

Pockets broke as hell

Another rock to sell

Baby on the way

Mad bills to pay

Welcome home.

- Where is she?

- Oh. All right. All right.

Here. Let me take that.

Give me that.

- T'yanna, say hello to your daddy.

- Let me see.

Come on.

Here.

No, no, no, no. Like this.

Hmm.

What's wrong, Ma?

She ain't that ugly.

Chris!

Mmm.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Chris?

You be a great father.

No doubt. No doubt, Ma.

Yo, what's up?

Hey. Look who's back, man.

Oh, shoot! Yo, it's Chris, man.

What's up, Chris?

- What you doing down here, man?

- I'm chilling. I'm chilling.

Holding niggas down in here, man.

- You know he a pop now, right?

- Word! Are you a pop?

- Yeah.

- Yo, what you got, a boy or girl?

- Little girl.

- Wow. Thank God she look like her mother.

- You know Mister Cee right here.

- What's up, dog? How are you?

Hey, yo, Big. I hope you remember

how to smoke one of these.

It's what I do, man.

Keep this out your hand.

That's for grown folks, man.

- Give me that sh*t.

- Hey, yo. Now that you out, what you gonna do?

Having a daughter

made me want to be a different kind of cat.

Got a little shorty I gotta support,

you know what I'm saying?

But not being able to

support her felt like a whole other kind of jail.

- Me and D Roc gonna hold it down like we always did.

- Hell, yeah.

Come on.

Come on. One, two. Yeah.

The microphone murderer

mass mayhem maker

B.I.G. Is on the mike

Call the undertaker

Make an appointment

and schedule an interview

Because you know

what big man's about to do

50 Grandon the Technic

with the right beat

- Brothers wanna hear the words

- Hold up, hold up.

What'd you say at the beginning

of your rhyme? B.I.G.?

- Biggie Smalls.

- Biggie Smalls, huh?

- Let's do it a gain, nigga.

- Hey, yo, son. Your sh*t got nice.

- For real.

- But, yo, if you gonna...

put it down like that,

we gotta record this sh*t.

- Nigga, don't be gassing me up.

- I'm just saying.

I know motherfuckers

who know motherfuckers.

- Then pop a tape in, nigga.

- All right, yo.

Let's do this. Let's take it

from the top, Biggie Smalls.

A whole lot of niggas

want Big to do a demo tape

Yo, 50, what's this

Uh, the microphone murderer

mass mayhem maker

B.I.G. 's on the mike

Call the undertaker

Make an appointment

and schedule an interview

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