Notorious B.I.G. - Warning Lyrics
Who the ***** is this?Pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawninNow Im yawnin, wipe the cold out my eyeSee whos this pagin me and why..Its my nigga pop from the barbershopTold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot>some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbourSlow down love please chill drop the caper>remember them niggaz from the hill up in brownsville?>that you rolled dice wit>smoked the blunts and got nice witYeah my nigga fame up in prospectNah dem my people nah love wouldnt disrespect>i didnt day 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>know they wanna stick the knife>through your windpipe slow..>so thank fame for warnin me now Im warnin you>i got the mac biggie>tell me what you wanna do...[chorus]Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers[verse 2]>they heard about the rolexs 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 coronerTheres gonna be alot of slow singinAnd flower bringinIf my burgular alarm starts ringinWhatcha think all the guns is for?All purpose war got the rottweilers by the doorAnd I feed em gun powder so they can devourThe criminals tryin to drop my decimalsDamn.. niggaz wanna stick my for my c.r.e.a.m.And in a dream things aint always how it seemsIts the ones that smoke blunts witchaSee your picture, now they wannaGrab they guns and come and getchaBetcha biggie wont slipI got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clipSo I can rip through the ligamentsPut they bodies in a bad predicimentWhere all the foul niggas wentTouch my cheddar, feel my berettaBuck with what I had you withYou mother*****ers betta duckI leave stains on blood of what remainsHad to jack-it, he had a gun he shouldve packed it*****ed it, extra clips in my pocketSo I can reload and explode down ya r*****I ***** around and get hardcore, c-4 to ya door no beef no moreFeel the rush, scandalousThe more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerousI dont give a ***** about you or your weak crewWhat you gonna do when big poppa comes for youStart runnin, nigga I bust my gun inHold on I hear somebody comin...
