Intro (ready to die)

Intro (ready to die) Lyrics

[Puff Daddy]

Push

C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there

One more time, c'mon

*baby cries*

C'mon push baby, one more time

*baby cries*

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!


*Curtis Mayfield's "Super Fly" plays over this*


*Sugarhill Gang's "Rappers Delight" fades in*


... 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


*voice comes in over*

God damnit, what the f**k are you doin?

You can't control that god damn boy? (What?)

I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the

motherf**kin boy and chopped him

(Get your black ass off!)

You can't control the god, I don't know

what the f**k to do with that boy

(What the f**k do you, whatta you do?)

If if you can't f**kin control him

(All you f**kin do is b**ch at me)

b**ch, what I say, I'ma send his motherf**kin ass

to a group home goddamnit, what??

I'll smack the sh*t outta you b**ch

(Take your black ass, the f**k outta here)

Motherf**ker, you are f**kin up

(Comin in here, smellin like pile of sh*t, dumb motherf**ker)


*Sugarhill fades out, Audio Two fades in*


Gizmo's cuttin, up for the

Suckers that's, down with me!


What nigga you wanna rob them motherf**kin trains you crazy?

B.I.G.: Yes, yes, motherf**ker, motherf**kin right, nigga yes

Nigga what the f**k nigga? We gonna get...

B.I.G.: Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?

Yeah nigga but, but...

B.I.G.: Motherf**ker is you broke motherf**ker?

We need to get some motherf**kin paper nigga

Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherf**kin train

B.I.G.: Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?

My moms don't give me sh*t nigga, it's time to get paid nigga

is you wit me? *gun clicks* Motherf**k 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 motherf**kers get on the f**kin floor! *blam blam*

Get on the motherf**kin floor!

B.I.G.: Chill, give me all your motherf**kin money

And don't move nigga!

B.I.G.: Give me all your motherf**kin money, I want the jewelry

Give me every f**kin thing

Nigga I'd shut the f**k up or I'ma blow your motherf**kin brains out!

Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet

B.I.G.: f**k you b**ch, get up off that sh*t

What the f**k you holdin on to that sh*t for b**ch?


*Audio Two fades out, Snoop Dogg fades in*


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 f**kin question is that man?

Tryin to get the f**k up out this joint dog

Yeah, yeah, you'll be back

You niggaz always are

B.I.G.: Go head man, what the f**k is you hollerin about?

You won't see me up in this motherf**ker no mroe

We'll see

B.I.G.: I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaha