Warning - 2005 Remaster

[00:16.55] Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
[00:20.01] In the morning, crack of dawn, and
[00:21.98] Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
[00:24.95] See who's this paging me and why?
[00:27.89] It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop
[00:30.13] Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
[00:33.68] Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
[00:36.22] Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
[00:38.97] Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
[00:41.85] That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
[00:45.07] Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect
[00:47.62] Nah, them my niggas, nah love wouldn't disrespect
[00:50.06] I didn't say them, they schooled me to some niggas
[00:52.83] That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
[00:56.02] Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
[00:58.54] And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
[01:01.51] So, thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you
[01:04.51] I got the MAC, nigga tell me what you gonna do
[01:06.72] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[01:09.63] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[01:12.54] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[01:15.30] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[01:17.99] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
[01:20.98] With the Texas license plates out of state
[01:23.65] They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
[01:26.51] And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
[01:29.34] They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
[01:32.75] The Fifth Corridor
[01:33.87] Call the coroner!
[01:34.10] There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
[01:38.28] If my burglar alarm starts ringing
[01:40.61] What ya think all the guns is for?
[01:43.10] All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
[01:46.26] And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
[01:49.45] The criminals trying to drop my decimals
[01:51.69] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
[01:54.30] And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
[01:57.33] It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
[02:00.71] Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
[02:03.06] Bet ya Biggie won't slip
[02:04.99] I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
[02:08.37] So I can rip through the ligaments
[02:10.40] Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went
[02:14.05] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
[02:16.51] Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck
[02:19.71] I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
[02:22.50] Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it
[02:25.32] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
[02:27.83] So I can reload and explode on you rasshole
[02:30.90] I fuck around and get hardcore
[02:33.13] C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
[02:36.55] Feel the rough, scandalous
[02:38.50] The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
[02:41.82] I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
[02:44.83] What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
[02:47.75] I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun, and
[02:50.33] Hold on, I hear somebody coming
[02:55.16] C'mon, motherfucker
[02:56.60] Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can
[02:58.39] Just g- bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on
[03:01.15] Are we gettin' close, huh?
[03:03.78] It's right over here
[03:05.69] You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?
[03:08.35] Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on
[03:10.34] Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house
[03:14.34] Fuck, right here
[03:16.54] Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house
[03:21.65] Oh shit
[03:22.78] What? What's wrong?
[03:23.44] What's that red dot on your head, man?
[03:25.51] What red dot?
[03:27.38] Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too
[03:34.02] Oh shit!
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