The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (2016 Remaster)

[00:14.39] Who the fuck is this? [00:18.47] Pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin [00:22.25] Now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye [00:25.28] See who's this pagin me and why. [00:28.04] It's my nigga pop from the barbershop [00:30.22] Told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot [00:33.42] >some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour [00:36.08] Slow down love please chill drop the caper [00:39.17] >remember them niggaz from the hill up in brownsville? [00:41.64] >that you rolled dice wit [00:43.26] >smoked the blunts and got nice wit [00:45.75] Yeah my nigga fame up in prospect [00:47.64] Nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect [00:50.00] >i didn't day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz [00:52.96] >that you knew from back when [00:54.41] >when you was clockin minor figures [00:56.37] >now they heard you blowin up like nitro [00:58.73] >know they wanna stick the knife [01:00.28] >through your windpipe slow. [01:01.61] >so thank fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you [01:04.64] >i got the mac biggie [01:05.62] >tell me what you wanna do... [01:07.11] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers [01:18.77] >they heard about the rolex's and the lexus [01:21.46] >wit the texas license plate outta state [01:23.85] >they heard about the pounds [01:25.11] >you got down in georgetown [01:26.87] >now they heard you got half of virginia locked down [01:29.82] >they even heard about the crib [01:31.29] >you bought your moms out in florida [01:32.93] >the fifth corridor... [01:34.02] Call the coroner [01:35.47] There's gonna be alot of slow singin [01:37.39] And flower bringin [01:38.40] If my burgular alarm starts ringin [01:41.11] Whatcha think all the guns is for? [01:43.32] All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door [01:46.52] And I feed em gun powder so they can devour [01:49.70] The criminals tryin to drop my decimals [01:51.69] Damn. niggaz wanna stick my for my c.r.e.a.m. [01:54.36] And in a dream things ain't always how it seems [01:57.16] It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha [01:59.94] See your picture, now they wanna [02:01.61] Grab they guns and come and getcha [02:03.37] Betcha biggie won't slip [02:04.81] I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip [02:08.22] So I can rip through the ligaments [02:10.44] Put they bodies in a bad prediciment [02:12.35] Where all the foul niggas went [02:14.51] Touch my cheddar, feel my beretta [02:16.85] Buck with what I had you with [02:18.38] You motherfuckers betta duck [02:20.13] I leave stains on blood of what remains [02:22.86] Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it [02:25.66] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket [02:28.00] So I can reload and explode down ya rasshole [02:31.22] I fuck around and get hardcore, c-4 to ya door no beef no more [02:36.16] Feel the rush, scandalous [02:38.88] The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous [02:42.05] I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew [02:45.16] What you gonna do when big poppa comes for you [02:48.00] I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in [02:50.77] Hold on I hear somebody comin... [03:00.53]