Warning

歌手: The Notorious B.I.G. • 专辑:Ready To Die • 发布时间:1994-09-13
作词 : Burt Bacharach/Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Osten Harvey
 作曲 : Burt Bacharach/Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Osten Harvey
"Warning"
Who the **** is this?
pagin  me  at 5:46in  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 b***h wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow  down  love  please  chill  drop  the  caper
remember them niggas 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 niggas
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 mother****ers went
Touch  my  cheddar,feel  my  Beretta
Buck  with  what  I  had  you  with
you mother****ers 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  r*******
I **** around and get hardcore
C4to  ya  door  no  beef  no  more
feel  the  rush  scandalous
The more **** smoke I puff the more dangerous
I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew
What  you  gonna  do  when  Big  Poppa  comes  for  you
I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold  on  I  hear  somebody  comin........
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