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The Notorious B.i.g. lyrics : "Warning"

Who the f**k 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 ^!$$% Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot

some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville

that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect

nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to some ^!$$%s

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 I'm warnin you

you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...


[CHORUS]
Damn ^!$$%s wanna stick me for my papers


[VERSE 2]
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 alot 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 clock my decimals
DAMN..^!$$%s wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.

And it ain't a dream things aint always how it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna

grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip

so I can rip through the ligaments
put they bodies in a bad prediciment
where all the foul ^!$$%s went

Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you motherf**kers betta duck

I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it
@@#!ed it, extra clips in my pocket

so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I f**k 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 dont give a f**k about you or your weak crew

What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
I'm not runnin, ^!$$% I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........

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