Warning (2007 Remaster)(MP3_320K)
[00:17.30] Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning?
[00:21.02] Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'
[00:23.14] Wipe the cold out my eye
[00:25.27] See who's this pagin' me and why
[00:27.66] It's my nigga, Pop from the barbershop
[00:30.05] Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
[00:33.50] Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
[00:36.16] Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper
[00:39.08] Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
[00:42.01] That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
[00:45.20] Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect
[00:47.58] Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect
[00:50.50] I didn't say them
[00:51.57] They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when
[00:53.90] When you was clockin' minor figures
[00:56.03] Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro
[00:58.42] And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
[01:01.34] So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you
[01:04.53] I got the MAC, nigga, tell me what you gonna do
[01:07.18] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[01:09.58] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[01:12.23] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[01:15.16] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[01:17.81] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
[01:20.73] With the Texas license plates out of state
[01:23.65] They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
[01:26.31] And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
[01:29.50] They even heard about the crib
[01:31.09] You bought your moms out in Florida, the Fifth Corridor
[01:33.48] Call the coroner!
[01:34.81] There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'
[01:38.00] If my burglar alarm starts ringin'
[01:40.65] What ya think all the guns is for?
[01:42.78] All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
[01:46.23] And I feed 'em gunpowder so they can devour
[01:49.42] The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals
[01:51.54] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
[01:54.20] And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
[01:57.39] It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
[02:00.58] Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
[02:03.23] Bet ya Biggie won't slip
[02:04.56] I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
[02:08.28] So I can rip through the ligaments
[02:10.14] Put the fuckers in a bad predicament
[02:12.00] Where all the foul niggas went
[02:14.12] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
[02:16.52] Buck what I'ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck
[02:19.44] I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
[02:22.36] Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it
[02:25.28] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
[02:27.67] So I can reload and explode on your asshole
[02:30.86] I fuck around and get hardcore
[02:32.98] C-4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga
[02:36.43] Feel the rough, scandalous
[02:38.56] The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
[02:41.75] I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
[02:44.94] What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?
[02:47.86] I'm not runnin', nigga, I bust my gun and
[02:50.25] Hold on, I hear somebody comin'
[02:55.83] C'mon, motherfucker
[02:57.15] Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can
[02:58.48] Just g— bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on
[03:01.67] Are we gettin' close, huh?
[03:03.53] It's right over here
[03:05.65] You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?
[03:08.31] Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on
[03:10.44] Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house
[03:14.95] Fuck, right here
[03:18.14] Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house
[03:21.86] Oh shit
[03:22.92] What? What's wrong?
[03:23.72] What's that red dot on your head, man?
[03:25.31] What red dot?
[03:28.76] Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too
[03:35.14] Oh shit!
