
时间:2009-01-13
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Warning (2008 Remaster) - The Notorious B.I.G.
Composed by:Burt Bacharach/The Notorious B.I.G./Hal David
Produced by:Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions
Who the f**k is this paging me at 546
In the morning crack of dawn and
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
Of n***as wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
Slow down love please chill drop the caper
Remember them n***as from the hill up in brownsville
That you rolled dice with smoked blunts and got nice with
Yeah my n***a fame up in prospect
Nah them my n***as nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them they schooled me to some n***as
That you knew from back when when
You was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So thank fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you
I got the mac n***a tell me what you gonna do
D**n n***as wanna stick me for my paper
D**n n***as wanna stick me for my paper
D**n n***as wanna stick me for my paper
D**n n***as wanna stick me for my paper
They heard about the rolexes and the lexus
With the texas license plates out of 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 singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for
All-purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
D**n n***as 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 with ya see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Bet ya 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 ****ers in a bad predicament
Where all the foul n***as went
Touch my cheddar feel my beretta
Buck what I'ma hit you with you motherf**kers better duck
I bring pain bloodstains 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 you rasshole
I f**k around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door no beef no more n***a
Feel the rough 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 and
Hold on I hear somebody coming
C'mon motherf**ker
Man I'm comin' as fast as I can
Just g- bring your motherf**kin' a*s on come on
Are we gettin' close huh
It's right over here
You sure it's biggie smalls crib man
Yeah I'm sure motherf**ker come on