BIG Notorious - Intro Lyrics

Push
C'mon she almost there 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
Yeah
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 Voletta, what the f*ck are you doin'?
You can't control that goddamn boy? (What?)
I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherf*cking boy shoplifting
What the f*ck are you doing?
You can't control the guy, I don't know what the f*ck to do with that boy
(What the f*ck do you want me to do?)
If if you can't f*cking control that boy, I'ma send him
(All you f*cking do is bitch at me)
Bitch, bitch, I'ma send his motherf*ckin' ass to a group home goddamnit, what?
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch, what, what the f*ck?
(Kiss my black ass motherf*cker)
You're f*ckin' up
(Comin' in here smelling like sour socks you dumb motherf*cker)

Gizmo's cuttin', up for the
Suckers that's, down with me

What nigga you want to rob them motherf*ckin' trains you crazy?
Yes, yes, motherf*cker, motherf*ckin' right, nigga yes
Nigga what the f*ck nigga?
We gonna get
Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but
Motherf*cker is you broke motherf*cker?
We need to get some motherf*ckin' paper nigga
Nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherf*ckin' train
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? Motherf*cker is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon
Alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherf*ckers get on the f*ckin' floor
Get on the motherf*ckin' floor
Chill, give me all your motherf*ckin' money
And don't move nigga
I want the f*ckin' jewelry
Give me every f*ckin' thing
Nigga I'd shut the f*ck up or I'ma blow your motherf*ckin' brains out
Shut the f*ck up bitch, give me your f*ckin' money motherf*cker
F*ck you bitch, get up off that shit
What the f*ck you holdin' on to that shit for bitch?

Open C74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin' us?
C'mon man, what kind of f*ckin' question is that man?
Tryin' to get the f*ck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaw always are
Go head man, what the f*ck is you hollerin' about?
You won't see me up in this motherf*cker no more
We'll see
I got big plans nigga, big plans