Warning
The Notorious B.I.G.
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Who the f*ck is this? Pagin' me at 5:46 in the mornin' Crack a dawnin' Now I'm yawnin' Wipe the cold out my eye See who's this pagin' me and why... It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gamblin' spot And heard the intricate plot Some niggaz want to stick you like fly paper neighbour Slow down love please chill drop the caper Remember them niggaz 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 dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggaz That you knew from back when When you was clockin' minor figures Now they heard you blowin' up like nitro Now they want to stick the knife Through your windpipe slow... So thank Fame for warnin' me now I'm warnin' you I got the mac nigga Tell me what you want to do... [CHORUS] Damn niggas want to stick me for my paper Damn niggas want to stick me for my paper Damn niggas want to stick me for my paper Damn niggas want to stick me for my paper They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus Wit the Texas license plate outta state They heard about the pounds You got down in Georgetown Now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down They even heard about the crib You bought your moms out in Florida The fifth corridor... Call the coroner There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' And flower bringin' If my burgular alarm starts ringin' Whatcha think all the guns is for All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door And I feed 'em gun powder so they can devour The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals DAMN... niggaz want to stick my for my C.R.E.A.M. And in a dream things ain't always how it seems It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha See your picture, now they want to Grab they guns and come and getcha Betcha Biggie won't slip I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put they bodies in a bad predicament Where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck with what I had you with You motherfuckers betta duck I leave stains on blood of what remains Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode down ya asshole I f*ck around and get hardcore, C4 to ya door no beef no more Feel the rush, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a f*ck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you Start runnin', nigga I bust my gun in Hold on I hear somebody comin'...
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Written by: BURT F BACHARACH, HAL DAVID, OSTEN S HARVEY, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
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