Kick in the door

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[00:02.34] I gots to talk

[00:05.34] I gotta tell what I feel

[00:05.83] I gotta talk about my life as I see it

[00:06.34] Biggie

[00:07.08] This goes out to you

[00:09.59] This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you

[00:14.59] This goes out to you

[00:17.34] This goes out to you

[00:20.58] This goes out to you, and you, and you

[00:23.34] Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns

[00:26.08] As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons

[00:28.59] Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan

[00:31.34] It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa

[00:34.34] You got to call me Francis M.H

[00:36.85] White, intake light tokes, tote iron

[00:39.34] Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin'

[00:42.10] Keep extra clips for extra shit, who's next to

[00:45.08] Flip on that cat with that grip on rap?

[00:47.08] The most shady, (Tell Em!) Frankie baby

[00:49.09] Ain't no telling where

[00:50.60] I may be, may see me in D.C

[00:52.57] At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing

[00:55.35] Fucking something, you should know my steelo

[00:57.84] Went from ten Gs for blow to thirty Gs a show

[01:00.35] To orgies with hoes I never seen before

[01:03.33] So, Jesus, get off the Notorious'

[01:06.08] Penis before I squeeze and bust

[01:08.58] If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome

[01:11.58] And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get

[01:14.35] You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?

[01:16.58] You still pedal shit, I got more rides than "Great Adventure"

[01:19.35] Biggie ("How are you gonna do it?")

[01:21.58] Kick in the door, waving the four-four

[01:24.59] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[01:27.35] Kick in the door, waving the four-four

[01:30.08] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[01:32.59] Kick in the door, waving the four-four

[01:35.32] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)

[01:38.09] Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh)

[01:40.83] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[01:43.10] On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet

[01:45.85] Look how dark it get when you're marked for death

[01:48.32] Should I start your breath or should I let you die

[01:51.09] In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically

[01:54.34] I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick

[01:56.59] You cursed it, but rehearsed it

[01:58.59] I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get

[02:01.85] Stuck quickly for royalties and show money

[02:04.34] Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them

[02:08.07] Son, I'm surprised you run with them, I think they got

[02:10.34] Cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks

[02:12.58] Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks

[02:15.09] Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick

[02:17.83] Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique

[02:20.59] Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch

[02:23.34] I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma

[02:26.34] Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh)

[02:28.85] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (uh, uh, uh)

[02:31.34] Kick in the door, waving the four-four

[02:33.85] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[02:36.57] Kick in the door, waving the four-four

[02:39.32] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)

[02:41.84] Kick in the door, waving the four-four

[02:44.58] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[02:47.34] This goes out for those that choose to use

[02:49.84] Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y

[02:52.35] Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye

[02:55.09] Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it

[02:58.09] Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88

[03:00.59] Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson

[03:03.32] Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante

[03:05.84] You wanna get on son, you need to ask me

[03:08.58] Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings

[03:11.59] Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing

[03:14.35] It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit

[03:17.08] Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit

[03:19.59] Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue

[03:22.08] They light weight, fragili, my nine milli

[03:24.84] Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny

[03:27.33] And you still recouping, stupid stupid stupid stupid...

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