Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Album song Ready to Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.09.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Intro |
| Push |
| C’mon Shorty stay push, c’mon |
| C’mon, c’mon push it’s almost there |
| One more time, c’mon |
| C’mon push baby, one more time |
| Harder harder, push harder |
| Push, push, c’mon |
| One more time, here it goes! |
| I see the head! |
| Yeah c’mon! |
| YEAH! |
| YEAHHHH! |
| You did it baby, yeah! |
| … the hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don’t stop! |
| Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang |
| The boogey to the boogedy beat |
| Now what you hear is not a test, I’m rappin, to the beat |
| God damnit, what the fuck are you doin? |
| You can’t control that god damn boy? |
| (What?) |
| I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the |
| motherfuckin boy and chopped him |
| (Get your black ass off!) |
| You can’t control the god, I don’t know |
| what the fuck to do with that boy |
| (What the fuck do you, whatta you do?) |
| If if you can’t fuckin control him |
| (All you fuckin do is bitch at me) |
| Bitch, what I say, I’ma send his motherfuckin ass |
| to a group home goddamnit, what? |
| I’ll smack the shit outta you bitch |
| (Take your black ass, the fuck outta here) |
| Motherfucker, you are fuckin up |
| (Comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherfucker) |
| Gizmo’s cuttin, up for the |
| Suckers that’s, down with me! |
| What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy? |
| B.I.G.: Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga yes |
| Nigga what the fuck nigga? |
| We gonna get… |
| B.I.G.: Nigga it’s eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke? |
| Yeah nigga but, but… |
| B.I.G.: Motherfucker is you broke motherfucker? |
| We need to get some motherfuckin paper nigga |
| Yeah but nigga it’s a train ain’t nobody robbed no motherfuckin train |
| B.I.G.: Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga? |
| My moms don’t give me shit nigga, it’s time to get paid nigga |
| is you wit me? |
| *gun clicks* Motherfuck is you wit me? |
| Yeah I’m wit you nigga c’mon |
| B.I.G.: Alright then nigga lets make it happen then |
| All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! |
| *blam blam* |
| Get on the motherfuckin floor! |
| B.I.G.: Chill, give me all your motherfuckin money |
| And don’t move nigga! |
| B.I.G.: Give me all your motherfuckin money, I want the jewelry |
| Give me every fuckin thing |
| Nigga I’d shut the fuck up or I’ma blow your motherfuckin brains out! |
| Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet |
| B.I.G.: Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit |
| What the fuck you holdin on to that shit for bitch? |
| Open C-74, Smalls |
| Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door |
| So how does it feel leavin us? |
| B.I.G.: C’mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man? |
| Tryin to get the fuck up out this joint dog |
| Yeah, yeah, you’ll be back |
| You niggaz always are |
| B.I.G.: Go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin about? |
| You won’t see me up in this motherfucker no mroe |
| We’ll see |
| B.I.G.: I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaha |