Warning Lyrics

[16 seconds instrumental]
[alarm-clock rings]

[Verse 1:]
Who the fuck is this?
Pagin' me at 5:46
In the mornin' [beeping]
Crack a dawnin'. - Now I'm yawnin'! [dialing]
Wipe the cold out my eye!
See who's this pagin' me? - And why?
It's my man Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin' spot and heard the intricate plot.
A niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbor
Slow down love please chill drop the caper!
"Remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with. - Smoked the blunts and got nice with! "
Yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
Nah, dem my niggaz! Nah love wouldn't disrespect!
"I didn't say dem - you school be bout some niggas!
That you knew from back when - When you was clockin minor figures!
Now they heard you blowin' up like nitro
Know they wanna stick the knife, through your windpipe slow!
So - thank Fame for warnin' me now I'm warnin' you.
I got the Mac nigga, tell me what you wanna do! "

[Chorus:]
DAMN! - Niggas wanna stick me for my papers! [x4]

[Verse 2:]
"They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
With the Texas license plate 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 5th 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 clock my decimals!
DAMN! - Niggas wanna stick my for my +C.R.E.A.M+
And the inner dream things ain't always how 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 with what I had 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 rush! - Scandalous!
The more weed smoke, I puff! - The more dangerous!
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew,
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you!
I'm out gunnin'! - Nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on; I hear somebody comin'! [beat stops] [dog's barking]

[Interlude: Assassin 1 (Assassin 2)]
Psssh! Come on, come on!
I'm only comin' to pass the Gat! (Just keep in your motherfuckin' ass, come on in!
Are we gettin' close... huh? (It's right over here!)
Are you sure this Biggie Small's crib, man? (Man, I'm sure mothafucka, come on! Ah, fuck!)
It better be this motherfuckin' house, man! (Oh, fuck man!)
What's, what's wrong! (It's that red dot on ya head man!)
What red that?...
Oooh, shit! (What?)
You got a red dot on ya head too!
Ooooh, shit! (Ooooh, shit!) [2 shots]

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