обидит".
Слушай, здесь мы пишем грёбанные песни,
а не выясняем отношения.
Что ты нашёл в ней, чего нет во мне?
Я хочу знать!
Ты мой сраный вокал.
Понятно?
Ты мой сраный вокал.
И больше никто, Биг?
Записывай песню.
Throw your motherfucking hands
in the air
Throw your motherfuckin' hands
in the air
Check it out
- Скажите "B.I.G."!
- B.I.G.!
- Скажи "B.I.G."!
- B.I.G.!
Все подняли средний палец, вот так,
и показали вот так!
А теперь скажите громко:
- "На хрен Вест Сайд!"
- На хрен Вест Сайд!
- Скажите "На хрен Вест Сайд!"
- На хрен Вест Сайд!
Скажи "На хрен Вест Сайд!"
На хрен Вест Сайд!
Who the fuck is this paging me
at 5:46 in the mornin'
Crack of dawnin'
now I'm yawnin'
Wipe the cold out my eyes
See who's this pagin' me and why
It's my nigga Pop
from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin' spot
I heard the intricate plot
Some niggas wanna stick me
like flypaper, neighbor
Slow down, love
Please chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggas
from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice wit'
Smoked blunts and got nice wit'
Yeah, my nigga Fame
up in Prospect
Nah, that's my nigga
Nah, love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem
They schooled me to some niggas
that you knew from back when
When you was
clockin' minor figures
Now they heard you
blowin' up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin' me
'cause now I'm warnin' you
I got the mack nigga
Tell me what you gonna do
Damn!
Niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn!
Niggas wanna stick me
for my paper
Do my ladies run this motherfucker
Hell, yeah!
Здравствуйте.
- Крис дома?
- Нет.
А знаете, когда он вернётся?
Нет. Может быть,
ему передать что-то?
Ну...
Скажите, чтобы он хотя бы иногда
навещал свою дочь.
Для следующей песни, вы, слева...
И вы, справа...
И вы, по центру -
все поднимите руки!
It's all good, baby, baby
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt-N-Pepa and Heavy D
up in the limousine
Hanging pictures on my wall
Every Saturday, RapAttack
Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock till my tape popped
Smoking weed and bamboo
Sipping on Private Stock
Way back when I had
the red and black lumberjack
with the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke
duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop
would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight
'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid
blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner
the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to
eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up
like you thought I would
Call the crib
same number, same hood
It's all good
And if you don't know
now you know
- Ladies!
You know very well!
-  I can't hear you
- Who you are!
-  A little louder
- Don't let 'em hold you down!
And if you don't know
now you know
I made the change
from a common thief
To up close and personal
with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps
all day
Spread love
It's the Brooklyn way
The MoГ«t and AlizГ© keep me pissy
Girls used to dis me
Now they write letters
'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen
this rappin' stuff
I was too used
to packin' gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close
like butter played toast
From the Mississippi
down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens
indo for weeks
Sold out seats
to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats
in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches
Interviews by the pool
Considered a fool
'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes
of a black male misunderstood
-  And it's still all good, huh
-  Yeah
And if you don't know
now you know, nigga
- Everyone!
- I can't hear you!
- Everyone!
- A little louder!
And if you don't
know now you know
Ну, как там в Филадельфии?
Да бабы мне кричали, как будто я
какой-то Майкл Джексон.
Ну, передай им всем, чтоб