Notorious movie - Kick In The Door lyrics
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I gots to talk. I gotta tell what I feel.<br>
I gotta talk about my life as I see it!<br>
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Intro: repeat 2X ('Biggie' repeats every line of beat)<br>
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This goes out to you<br>
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you<br>
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Verse One:<br>
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Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns<br>
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons<br>
Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan<br>
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa<br>
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White<br>
in tank-light totes, tote iron<br>
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin<br>
Keep extra clips for extra shit<br>
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap<br>
The mo shady, "Tell em!", Frankie baby<br>
Ain't no tellin where I may be<br>
May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin<br>
with my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin<br>
You should know my steelo<br>
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show<br>
to orgies with hoes I never seen befo'<br>
so, Jesus, get off the Notorious<br>
penis, before I squeeze and bust<br>
If the beef between us, we can settle it<br>
With the chrome and metal shit<br>
I make it hot, like a kettle get<br>
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?<br>
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure<br>
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"<br>
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Chorus: repeat 4X<br>
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Kick in the door, wavin the four-four<br>
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more<br>
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Verse Two:<br>
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On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet<br>
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death<br>
Should I start your breath should I let you die<br>
In fear you start to cry, ask why<br>
Lyrically, I'm worshipped, don't front the word sick<br>
You cursed it, but rehearsed it<br>
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit<br>
You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money<br>
Don't forget the publishin, I punish em, I'm done with them<br>
Son, I'm surprised you run with them<br>
I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothin but dicks<br>
Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks<br>
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick<br>
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click<br>
Take trips to Cairo, layin with yo bitch<br>
I know you prayin you was rich, fuckin prick<br>
When I see ya I'ma<br>
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Chorus<br>
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Verse Three:<br>
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This goes out for those that choose to use<br>
Disrespectful views on the King of NY<br>
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye<br>
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin it<br>
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight<br>
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson<br>
Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante<br>
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me<br>
Ain't no other king in this rap thing<br>
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren<br>
One shot, they disappearin<br>
Its ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit<br>
Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied shit<br>
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue<br>
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly<br>
make the white shake, thats why my money never funny<br>
And you still recoupin, stupid *echoes*<br>
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