Warning (2005 Remaster)

歌詞

Who the fuck is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning crack of dawning now I'm yawning wipe the cold out my eye see who's this paging me and why It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot a niggaz wanna stick me like fly paper neighbour slow down love please chill drop the caper remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville that you rolled dice wit smoked blunts and got nice wit yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect nah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say dem they schooled me to some niggaz that you knew from back when when you was clocking minor figures Now they heard you blowing up like nitro and they wanna stick a knife through your windpipe slow so thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you I got the Mack nigga tell me what you wanna do Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers 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 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 alot of slow singing and flower bringing if my burgular alarm starts ringing whatcha think all the guns is for all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door and I feed them gun powder so they can devour The criminals trying to drop my decimals DAMN niggaz wanna stick for my C.R.E.A.M. and it ain't a dream things ain't always what it seems 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 talions loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar feel my Beretta Buck what I'm hit you wit you motherfuckers betta duck I bring paid blood stains of what remains of his jacket he had a gun he should've packed it Cocked it extra clips in my pocket so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole I fuck around and get hardcore C-4 to ya door no beef no more niggaz Feel the rush scandalous The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you I'm not running nigga I bust my gun in Hold on I hear somebody coming