Intro lyrics

by

Method Man


[Skit: Puff Daddy]
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 it 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!

[Interlude]
But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The only game you know is do or die
Ah-ha-ha
Hard to understand what a hell of a man...

Hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie to the boogie that be
Now, what you hear is not a test...
[Skit: 'Prince' Charles Alexander]
God damn it, Voletta, what the f*ck are you doin'?
You can't control that God damn boy? What?
I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherf*cking boy shoplifting
What the f*ck are you doin'? (Get your black ass the f*ck off!)
You can't control that God—
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 con— f*cking control him
I'ma send him— (All you f*cking do is b*tch all day, motherf*cker)
I'ma send him— b*tch, b*tch, I—
I'ma send his motherf*ckin' ass to a group home God damn it, what?
I'll smack the sh*t outta you, b*tch! (Kick my black ass, motherf*cker!)
What the f*ck?
Yo— You— You are f*cking up (Comin' in here, smellin' like sour socks, you dumb motherf*cker)
I'ma f*ck you up

[Interlude]
When I'm bustin' up a party I feel no guilt
Gizmo's cuttin' up for thee
Suckers that's down with nei—

[Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Accomplice]
What, n*gga, you wanna rob them motherf*ckin' trains, you crazy?
Yes, yes, motherf*cker, motherf*ckin' right, n*gga, yes
n*gga, what the f*ck, n*gga? We gonna get—
n*gga, it's eighty-seven n*gga, is you dead broke?
Yeah, n*gga, but, but, n*gga—
Motherf*cker, is you broke, motherf*cker?
We need to get some motherf*ckin' paper, n*gga
Yeah, but n*gga, it's a train, ain't nobody robbed no motherf*cking train
Just listen, man, your mother giving you money, n*gga?
My moms don't give me sh*t, n*gga
It's time to get paid, n*gga
Is you with me?
Motherf*cker, is you with me?
Yeah, I'm with you, n*gga, c'mon
Alright then, n*gga, let's make it happen then
All you motherf*ckers get on the f*ckin' floor!
Get on the motherf*cking floor!
Give me all your motherf*cking money (And don't move, n*gga!)
I want the f*ckin' jewelry, give me every-f*ckin'-thing
n*gga I'd shut the f*ck up or I'ma blow your motherf*ckin' brains out! (Gimme your f*ckin' money, motherf*cker!)
n*gga, give me your jewelry, empty your pockets (f*ck you, b*tch)
Get up off that sh*t
What the f*ck you holding on to that sh*t for, b*tch?
[Interlude]
I get money, money I got
Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot

[Instrumental]

[Part 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Guard]
Open C-74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leaving us?
C'mon man, what kind of f*cking question is that man?
Trying to get the f*ck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You n*ggers always are
Go ahead man, what the f*ck is you hollering about?
You won't see me up in this motherf*cker no more
We'll see
I got big plans n*gga, big plans, hahahaha
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