Notorious movie - Warning lyrics
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Who the fuck is this?<br>
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin<br>
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye<br>
see who's this pagin me and why..<br>
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop<br>
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot<br>
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour<br>
slow down love please chill drop the caper<br>
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville<br>
that you rolled dice wit<br>
smoked the blunts and got nice wit<br>
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect<br>
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect<br>
I didn't say dem,<br>
they schooled me to some niggas<br>
that you knew from back when,<br>
when you was clockin minor figures<br>
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro<br>
know they wanna stick the knife<br>
through your windpipe slow..<br>
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you<br>
you got the mac Biggie<br>
tell me what you wanna do...<br>
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[CHORUS]<br>
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers<br>
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[VERSE 2]<br>
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus<br>
wit the Texas license plate outta state<br>
they heard about the pounds<br>
you got down in Georgetown<br>
now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down<br>
they even heard about the crib<br>
you bought your moms out in Florida<br>
the fifth corridor....<br>
Call the coroner<br>
there's gonna be alot of slow singin<br>
and flower bringin<br>
if my burgular alarm starts ringin<br>
whatcha think all the guns is for?<br>
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door<br>
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour<br>
the criminals tryin to clock my decimals<br>
DAMN..niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.<br>
And it ain't a dream things aint always how it seems<br>
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha<br>
see your picture, now they wanna<br>
grab they guns and come and getcha<br>
Bethca Biggie won't slip<br>
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip<br>
so I can rip through the ligaments<br>
put they bodies in a bad prediciment<br>
where all the foul niggas went<br>
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta<br>
Buck with what I had you with<br>
you motherfuckers betta duck<br>
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains<br>
Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it<br>
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket<br>
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole<br>
I fuck around and get hardcore<br>
C4 to ya door no beef no more<br>
feel the rush scandalous<br>
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous<br>
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew<br>
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you<br>
I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in<br>
Hold on I hear somebody comin........<br>
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