Warning (2008 Remaster)-The Notorious B.I.G.
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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

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