Warning Sign (12" Version)

Warning - 群星

Who the f**k is this?

pagin me at 5:46 in the morning crack a dawning

now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye

see who's this paging me and why..

It's my n***a Pop from the barbershop

told me he was in the gambling

spot and heard the intricate plot

Niggas wanna stick me 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 n***a Fame up in Prospect

nah dem my niggas 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 clocking minor figures

Now they heard you blowing up like nitro

know they wanna stick the knife

through your windpipe slow..

so thank Fame for warning song I'm warning you

you got the mac 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

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 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 em gun powder so they can devour

the criminals tryna to drop my decimals

Damn niggas wanna stick me for my cream

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

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 the f**kas in a bad prediciment

where all the foul niggas 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

Cocked 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 nigga

feel the rush scandalous

The more w**d smoke I puff the more dangerous

I don't give a f**k about you or your weak crew

What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you

I'm not running, n***a I bust my gun in

Hold on I hear somebody coming

"Shh..."

"Come on mothaf**ka!"

"I'm coming as fast as I can"

"Just bring yo mothaf**king ass on come on!"

"Are we getting close? Huh?"

"It's right over here"

"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?"

"Yeah I'm sure mothaf**ka come on"

"Oh f**k, it better be his mothaf**king house"

"F**k?"

"It better be this mothaf**ka's house"

"Oh shit!"

"What? What's wrong man?

"What's that red dot on your head man?"

"What red dot?"

...

"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!"

Oh s**t