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The Notorious B.I.G. - Kick In The Door (2014 Remastered Version)

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[00:03.20] Welcome back

[00:03.91] We're here on Bad Boy television and I'm Trevin Jones

[00:06.29] And I've been conversing with the mad rapper

[00:08.02] And quite frankly, he's very mad

[00:10.65] We're gonna try to find out why

[00:12.57] So we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience

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[00:15.03] Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from

[00:18.41] Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle

[00:21.13] And I just don't understand, why you so mad

[00:24.36] Like what are you so mad about?

[00:26.19] You wanna know why, yo first of all

[00:27.82] Be askin' me no question kno' what I'm sayin' who the fuck is you?

[00:29.73] You kno' what I'm sayin'?

[00:30.61] You can't be askin' me no question

[00:31.49] I'ma tell you why I'm mad, you kno' what I'm sayin'?

[00:33.11] I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad

[00:34.90] These niggaz is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos

[00:37.14] You know you sayin', they drivin' around in hot cars,

[00:39.08] Yuu know you sayin', they got bitches, they got all that shit

[00:41.55] You kno' what I'm sayin', I'm still livin' with my moms

[00:43.38] You kno' what I'm sayin', that's my word

[00:44.56] You know you saying, I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money

[00:46.42] Yet I done made this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album

[00:50.63] I ain't made a dime yet

[00:51.49] This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records

[00:53.55] That Ready to Die shit, it was aight, it was aight

[00:55.33] You know I'm sayin', that shit was aight, it was cool

[00:57.50] But my shit is more John Blaze than that, I got John Blaze shit

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[01:00.98] And they not recognizing, they not sayin' I recognize

[01:03.22] And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions

[01:05.09] You kno' what I'm sayin', who is you?

[01:06.59] I gots to talk, I gotta tell what I feel

[01:08.95] I gotta talk about my life as I see it

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[01:18.31] This goes out to you

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[01:20.96] This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you

[01:26.28] This goes out to you

[01:28.91] This goes out to you

[01:31.58] This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you

[01:35.59] Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns

[01:37.26] ♪

[01:37.83] As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons

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[01:41.01] Get in that ass, quick fast like ramadan

[01:43.13] It's that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa

[01:46.59] You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White

[01:49.24] In tank-light totes, tote iron

[01:51.28] Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'

[01:54.11] Keep extra clips for extra shit

[01:56.17] Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap

[01:59.02] The mo shady, "Tell em", Frankie baby

[02:01.51] Ain't no tellin' where I may be

[02:02.92] May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin'

[02:05.73] With my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin' somethin'

[02:08.00] You should know my steelo

[02:09.72] Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show

[02:12.51] To orgies with hoes I never seen befo'

[02:15.08] So, Jesus, get off the Notorious

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[02:18.34] Penis, before I squeeze and bust

[02:20.23] If the beef between us, we can settle it

[02:22.62] With the chrome and metal shit

[02:24.08] I make it hot, like a kettle get

[02:25.72] You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?

[02:28.33] You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure [02:31.46]Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"

[02:34.17] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four

[02:36.52] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[02:39.21] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four

[02:41.77] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[02:44.56] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four

[02:47.14] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[02:49.87] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four

[02:52.54] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[02:55.24] On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet

[02:57.65] Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death

[03:00.10] Should I start your breath or should I let you die?

[03:03.01] In fear you start to cry, ask why

[03:05.16] Lyrically, I'm worshipped, don't front the word sick

[03:08.40] You cursed it, but rehearsed it

[03:10.21] I drop unexpectedly like bird shit

[03:12.34] You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money

[03:16.17] Don't forget the publishin', I punish 'em, I'm done with them

[03:19.41] Son, I'm surprised you run with them

[03:21.36] I think they got cum in them 'cuz they nothin' but dicks

[03:24.18] Tryin' to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks

[03:27.08] Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick

[03:29.72] Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click

[03:32.32] Take trips to Cairo, layin' with yo bitch

[03:34.84] I know you prayin' you was rich, fuckin' prick

[03:36.89] When I see ya I'ma

[03:37.98] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four

[03:40.35] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[03:43.13] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four

[03:45.54] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[03:48.48] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four

[03:51.24] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[03:53.81] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four

[03:56.56] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[03:59.23] This goes out for those that choose to use

[04:01.40] Disrespectful views on the King of NY

[04:04.22] Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye

[04:06.96] Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin' it

[04:09.99] Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight

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[04:12.55] Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson

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[04:15.18] Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante

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[04:17.82] You wanna get on son, you need to ask me

[04:20.55] Ain't no other king in this rap thing

[04:22.52] They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren

[04:24.39] One shot, they disappearin'

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[04:26.03] It's ill when MC's used to be on cruddy shit

[04:28.66] Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied shit

[04:31.24] Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue

[04:33.83] They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly

[04:36.42] Make the white shake, that's why my money never funny

[04:39.13] And you still recoupin', stupid