The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (2016 Remaster)(2016)

[00:14.39] Who the fuck is this?
[00:18.47] Pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
[00:22.25] Now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
[00:25.28] See who's this pagin me and why.
[00:28.04] It's my nigga pop from the barbershop
[00:30.22] Told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
[00:33.42] >some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
[00:36.08] Slow down love please chill drop the caper
[00:39.17] >remember them niggaz from the hill up in brownsville?
[00:41.64] >that you rolled dice wit
[00:43.26] >smoked the blunts and got nice wit
[00:45.75] Yeah my nigga fame up in prospect
[00:47.64] Nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
[00:50.00] >i didn't day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz
[00:52.96] >that you knew from back when
[00:54.41] >when you was clockin minor figures
[00:56.37] >now they heard you blowin up like nitro
[00:58.73] >know they wanna stick the knife
[01:00.28] >through your windpipe slow.
[01:01.61] >so thank fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
[01:04.64] >i got the mac biggie
[01:05.62] >tell me what you wanna do...
[01:07.11] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers
[01:18.77] >they heard about the rolex's and the lexus
[01:21.46] >wit the texas license plate outta state
[01:23.85] >they heard about the pounds
[01:25.11] >you got down in georgetown
[01:26.87] >now they heard you got half of virginia locked down
[01:29.82] >they even heard about the crib
[01:31.29] >you bought your moms out in florida
[01:32.93] >the fifth corridor...
[01:34.02] Call the coroner
[01:35.47] There's gonna be alot of slow singin
[01:37.39] And flower bringin
[01:38.40] If my burgular alarm starts ringin
[01:41.11] Whatcha think all the guns is for?
[01:43.32] All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
[01:46.52] And I feed em gun powder so they can devour
[01:49.70] The criminals tryin to drop my decimals
[01:51.69] Damn. niggaz wanna stick my for my c.r.e.a.m.
[01:54.36] And in a dream things ain't always how it seems
[01:57.16] It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
[01:59.94] See your picture, now they wanna
[02:01.61] Grab they guns and come and getcha
[02:03.37] Betcha biggie won't slip
[02:04.81] I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip
[02:08.22] So I can rip through the ligaments
[02:10.44] Put they bodies in a bad prediciment
[02:12.35] Where all the foul niggas went
[02:14.51] Touch my cheddar, feel my beretta
[02:16.85] Buck with what I had you with
[02:18.38] You motherfuckers betta duck
[02:20.13] I leave stains on blood of what remains
[02:22.86] Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it
[02:25.66] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
[02:28.00] So I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
[02:31.22] I fuck around and get hardcore, c-4 to ya door no beef no more
[02:36.16] Feel the rush, scandalous
[02:38.88] The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
[02:42.05] I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
[02:45.16] What you gonna do when big poppa comes for you
[02:48.00] I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
[02:50.77] Hold on I hear somebody comin...
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