歌词
Welcome back
We're here on
Bad Boy television and
I'm Trevin
JonesAnd I've been conversing with the mad rapper
And quite frankly, he's very mad
We're gonna try to find out why
So we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience
Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from
Hi, my name is
Shay, and
I'm from New
RochelleAnd
I just don't understand, why you so mad
Like what are you so mad about?
You wanna know why, yo first of all, yo first of all you can't
Be askin' me no question kno' what
I'm sayin' who the fuck is you?
You kno' what
I'm sayin'?
You can't be askin' me no question
I'ma tell you why
I'm mad, you kno' what
I'm sayin'?
I'ma tell you why
I'm mad, I'ma tell you why
I'm madThese niggaz is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos
You know you sayin', they drivin' around in hot cars,
Yuu know you sayin', they got bitches, they got all that shit
You kno' what
I'm sayin',
I'm still livin' with my moms
You kno' what
I'm sayin', that's my word
You know you saying,
I'm makin' records,
I ain't made no money
Yet I done made this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album
I ain't made a dime yet
This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records
That Ready to
Die shit, it was aight, it was aight
You know I'm sayin', that shit was aight, it was cool
But my shit is more
John Blaze than that,
I got John
Blaze shit
And they not recognizing, they not sayin'
I recognize
And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions
You kno' what
I'm sayin', who is you?
I gots to talk,
I gotta tell what
I feelI gotta talk about my life as
I see itThis goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast like ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon
Don-Dadda, fuck
PoppaYou got ta, call me,
Francis M.
H. WhiteIn tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em",
Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin' where
I may beMay see me in
D.C. at Howard
Homecomin'
With my man
Capone, dumbin, fuckin' somethin'
You should know my steelo
Went from ten
G's for blow to thirty
G's a show
To orgies with hoes
I never seen befo'
So, Jesus, get off the
NotoriousPenis, before
I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit,
I got more rides than
Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
On ya mark, get set, when
I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
Should I start your breath or should
I let you die?
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically,
I'm worshipped, don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishin',
I punish 'em,
I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them 'cuz they nothin' but dicks
Tryin' to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
Take trips to
Cairo, layin' with yo bitch
I know you prayin' you was rich, fuckin' prick
When I see ya
I'maKick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the
King of NY
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin' it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than
Johnson and
JohnsonTote steel like
Bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
One shot, they disappearin'
It's ill when
MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home,
Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recoupin', stupid
专辑信息
1.Notorious Thugs (Featuring Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)
2.Hypnotize
3.Notorious B.I.G (Featuring Lil' Kim And Puff Daddy)
4.Juicy
5.Party And Bullshit
6.Warning
7.One More Chance/Stay With Me (Remix) - remix
8.Brooklyn Go Hard (Featuring Faith Evans)
9.Letter To B.I.G (Featuring Faith Evans)
10.Kick In The Door
11.What's Beef?
12.The World Is Filled...(Featuring Too Short And Puff Daddy)
13.One More Chance/The Legacy (Remix)(Featuring CJ Wallace And Faith Evans) - remix
14.The Notorious Theme (Composed By Danny Elfman)
15.Microphone Murderer (Demo) - demo
16.Guaranteed Raw (Demo) - demo
17.Love No Hoe (Original Demo Version)