Who the **** is this
Pagin me at 5:46
In the morning
Crack of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin me and why
And heard the intricate plot
Of ****** wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, please chill,
Remember them ****** from
The hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit,
Smoked blunts, and got nice wit
I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some ******
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 mac ***** tell me what you gonna do
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds
You got down in Georgetown
And 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 gunpowder,
So they can devour
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my cream
And it ain't a dream,
Things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha,
See your picture
Now they wanna grab
They guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black
Talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the ****** in a bad predicament,
Where all the foul ****** went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck what I'm a hit you
With you ************* betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
Of his jacket he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole
I **** around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more *****
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more **** smoke I puff,
The more dangerous
I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew
I'm not runnin', ***** I bust my gun in
Hold on, I hear somebody comin'
I'm only comin' to pass the gat
Just bring your ************' ass on, come on
Are we gettin' close, huh
It's right over here
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
Yeah I'm sure ************, c'mon!
Ahh **** it better be his ************' house
**** right here
This better be this ************'s house
Oh ****! What, what's wrong
It's that red dot on your head man!
What red dot Oh ****!
You got a red dot on your head too!
Ohh ****
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:17.14]Who the **** is this
[00:18.46]Pagin me at 5:46
[00:20.39]In the morning
[00:21.37]Crack of dawn an'
[00:22.41]Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye
[00:25.45]See who's this pagin me and why
[00:32.41]And heard the intricate plot
[00:33.73]Of ****** wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
[00:36.49]Slow down love, please chill,
[00:39.31]Remember them ****** from
[00:40.66]The hill up in Brownsville?
[00:42.18]That you rolled dice wit,
[00:43.36]Smoked blunts, and got nice wit
[00:50.35]I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some ******
[00:53.21]That you knew from back when,
[00:54.49]When you was clockin minor figures
[00:56.32]Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
[00:58.77]And they wanna stick the knife
[01:00.24]Through your windpipe slow
[01:01.88]So thank Fame for warnin me cause
[01:03.90]Now I'm warnin you
[01:04.77]I got the mac ***** tell me what you gonna do
[01:07.13]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
[01:09.97]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
[01:12.74]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
[01:15.59]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
[01:18.41]They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
[01:21.16]With the Texas license plates outta state
[01:23.98]They heard about the pounds
[01:25.06]You got down in Georgetown
[01:26.85]And they heard you got half
[01:28.01]Of Virginia locked down
[01:29.95]They even heard about the crib
[01:31.30]You bought your moms out in Florida
[01:32.91]The fifth corridor
[01:34.08]Call the coroner!
[01:35.43]There's gonna be a lot of slow singin'',
[01:37.37]And flower bringin
[01:38.43]If my burgular alarm starts ringin
[01:41.24]Whatcha think all the guns is for
[01:43.07]
[01:43.66]All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
[01:46.69]And I feed 'em gunpowder,
[01:48.32]So they can devour
[01:51.85]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my cream
[01:54.36]And it ain't a dream,
[01:55.40]Things ain't always what it seem
[01:57.15]
[01:57.92]It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha,
[01:59.98]See your picture
[02:00.93]Now they wanna grab
[02:01.94]They guns and come and getcha
[02:03.57]Betcha Biggie won't slip
[02:05.01]I got the calico with the black
[02:06.92]Talons loaded in the clip
[02:08.66]So I can rip through the ligaments
[02:10.48]Put the ****** in a bad predicament,
[02:12.53]Where all the foul ****** went
[02:14.55]Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
[02:17.02]Buck what I'm a hit you
[02:18.42]With you ************* betta duck
[02:20.06]I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
[02:22.88]Of his jacket he had a gun he shoulda packed it
[02:25.81]Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
[02:28.16]So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole
[02:31.21]I **** around and get hardcore
[02:33.40]C-4 to ya door no beef no more *****
[02:36.91]Feel the rough, scandalous
[02:38.51]
[02:39.03]The more **** smoke I puff,
[02:40.72]The more dangerous
[02:42.14]I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew
[02:48.10]I'm not runnin', ***** I bust my gun in
[02:50.49]Hold on, I hear somebody comin'
[02:52.56]
[02:57.09]I'm only comin' to pass the gat
[02:58.52]Just bring your ************' ass on, come on
[03:00.72]
[03:01.77]Are we gettin' close, huh
[03:03.73]It's right over here
[03:04.57]
[03:05.91]Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
[03:08.83]Yeah I'm sure ************, c'mon!
[03:10.69]Ahh **** it better be his ************' house
[03:13.80]
[03:15.41]**** right here
[03:16.32]
[03:20.10]This better be this ************'s house
[03:21.85]Oh ****! What, what's wrong
[03:23.88]It's that red dot on your head man!
[03:25.42]
[03:26.15]What red dot Oh ****!
[03:30.03]
[03:30.99]You got a red dot on your head too!
[03:32.99]
[03:35.40]Ohh ****
Who the **** is this
Pagin me at 5:46
In the morning
Crack of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin me and why
And heard the intricate plot
Of ****** wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, please chill,
Remember them ****** from
The hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit,
Smoked blunts, and got nice wit
I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some ******
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 mac ***** tell me what you gonna do
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds
You got down in Georgetown
And 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 gunpowder,
So they can devour
Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my cream
And it ain't a dream,
Things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha,
See your picture
Now they wanna grab
They guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black
Talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the ****** in a bad predicament,
Where all the foul ****** went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck what I'm a hit you
With you ************* betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
Of his jacket he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole
I **** around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more *****
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more **** smoke I puff,
The more dangerous
I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew
I'm not runnin', ***** I bust my gun in
Hold on, I hear somebody comin'
I'm only comin' to pass the gat
Just bring your ************' ass on, come on
Are we gettin' close, huh
It's right over here
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
Yeah I'm sure ************, c'mon!
Ahh **** it better be his ************' house
**** right here
This better be this ************'s house
Oh ****! What, what's wrong
It's that red dot on your head man!
What red dot Oh ****!
You got a red dot on your head too!
Ohh ****
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:17.14]Who the **** is this
[00:18.46]Pagin me at 5:46
[00:20.39]In the morning
[00:21.37]Crack of dawn an'
[00:22.41]Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye
[00:25.45]See who's this pagin me and why
[00:32.41]And heard the intricate plot
[00:33.73]Of ****** wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
[00:36.49]Slow down love, please chill,
[00:39.31]Remember them ****** from
[00:40.66]The hill up in Brownsville?
[00:42.18]That you rolled dice wit,
[00:43.36]Smoked blunts, and got nice wit
[00:50.35]I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some ******
[00:53.21]That you knew from back when,
[00:54.49]When you was clockin minor figures
[00:56.32]Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
[00:58.77]And they wanna stick the knife
[01:00.24]Through your windpipe slow
[01:01.88]So thank Fame for warnin me cause
[01:03.90]Now I'm warnin you
[01:04.77]I got the mac ***** tell me what you gonna do
[01:07.13]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
[01:09.97]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
[01:12.74]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
[01:15.59]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper
[01:18.41]They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
[01:21.16]With the Texas license plates outta state
[01:23.98]They heard about the pounds
[01:25.06]You got down in Georgetown
[01:26.85]And they heard you got half
[01:28.01]Of Virginia locked down
[01:29.95]They even heard about the crib
[01:31.30]You bought your moms out in Florida
[01:32.91]The fifth corridor
[01:34.08]Call the coroner!
[01:35.43]There's gonna be a lot of slow singin'',
[01:37.37]And flower bringin
[01:38.43]If my burgular alarm starts ringin
[01:41.24]Whatcha think all the guns is for
[01:43.07]
[01:43.66]All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
[01:46.69]And I feed 'em gunpowder,
[01:48.32]So they can devour
[01:51.85]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my cream
[01:54.36]And it ain't a dream,
[01:55.40]Things ain't always what it seem
[01:57.15]
[01:57.92]It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha,
[01:59.98]See your picture
[02:00.93]Now they wanna grab
[02:01.94]They guns and come and getcha
[02:03.57]Betcha Biggie won't slip
[02:05.01]I got the calico with the black
[02:06.92]Talons loaded in the clip
[02:08.66]So I can rip through the ligaments
[02:10.48]Put the ****** in a bad predicament,
[02:12.53]Where all the foul ****** went
[02:14.55]Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
[02:17.02]Buck what I'm a hit you
[02:18.42]With you ************* betta duck
[02:20.06]I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
[02:22.88]Of his jacket he had a gun he shoulda packed it
[02:25.81]Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
[02:28.16]So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole
[02:31.21]I **** around and get hardcore
[02:33.40]C-4 to ya door no beef no more *****
[02:36.91]Feel the rough, scandalous
[02:38.51]
[02:39.03]The more **** smoke I puff,
[02:40.72]The more dangerous
[02:42.14]I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew
[02:48.10]I'm not runnin', ***** I bust my gun in
[02:50.49]Hold on, I hear somebody comin'
[02:52.56]
[02:57.09]I'm only comin' to pass the gat
[02:58.52]Just bring your ************' ass on, come on
[03:00.72]
[03:01.77]Are we gettin' close, huh
[03:03.73]It's right over here
[03:04.57]
[03:05.91]Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
[03:08.83]Yeah I'm sure ************, c'mon!
[03:10.69]Ahh **** it better be his ************' house
[03:13.80]
[03:15.41]**** right here
[03:16.32]
[03:20.10]This better be this ************'s house
[03:21.85]Oh ****! What, what's wrong
[03:23.88]It's that red dot on your head man!
[03:25.42]
[03:26.15]What red dot Oh ****!
[03:30.03]
[03:30.99]You got a red dot on your head too!
[03:32.99]
[03:35.40]Ohh ****
Uhhh uhhh uh c'mon
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stin
Pink gators my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead righ...
Me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
Aiyyo, would you listen to me mother****er?
I reach my peak,
Call my b***h
Cheek, tell him that my will is we...
（Dirty version lyrics）
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine...
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You prep...
Who the **** is this
Pagin me at 5:46
In the morning
Crack of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin me and why
And hea...
Hello? Aw ****, nigga, what the **** time is it, man?
Oh God damn, nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw ****, what the ****'s goin' on?
You alright?
...
Yeah
Yeah
You ready mother****er?
We gonna kill your a**
As I grab the glock,put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber,the safety is off release
Str...