THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G. Lyrics, WARNING (v.1)

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Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot
and heard the intricate plot
of niggas wanna stick me like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked blunts and got nice wit
yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
and they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me cause now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga
tell me what you gonna do...

[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers

[VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plates outta state
they heard about the pounds
you got down in Georgetown
now 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 alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
the criminals tryin to drop my decimals
DAMN..niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and it aint a dream things aint always what it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca 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 fuckers in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck what I.m a hit you
with you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain blood stains on what remains
of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
see 4 to ya door no beef no more nigga
feel the rough scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
I.m not runnin Nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........

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