Warning (2016 Remaster)

制作人 : Easy Mo Bee

混音工程师 : Rich Travali

录音工程师 : Rich Travali

人声 : Notorious B.I.G.

Who the **** is this

Pagin me at 5:46

In the morning

Crack of dawn an'

Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye

See who's this pagin me and why

It's my ***** Pop from the barbershop

Told me he was in the gamblin spot,

And heard the intricate plot

Of ****** wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor

Slow down love, please chill,

Drop the caper

Remember them ****** from

The hill up in Brownsville?

That you rolled dice wit,

Smoked blunts, and got nice wit

Yeah my ***** Fame up in Prospect

Nah they're my ****** nah love wouldn't disrespect

I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some ******

That you knew from back when,

When you was clockin minor figures

Now they heard you blowin up like nitro

And they wanna stick the knife

Through your windpipe slow

So thank Fame for warnin me cause

Now I'm warnin you

I got the mac ***** tell me what you gonna do

Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper

Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper

Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper

Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper

They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus

With the Texas license plates outta state

They heard about the pounds

You got down in Georgetown

And they heard you got half

Of Virginia locked down

They even heard about the crib

You bought your moms out in Florida

The fifth corridor

Call the coroner!

There's gonna be a lot 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 gunpowder,

So they can devour

The criminals, tryin to drop my decimals

Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my cream

And it ain't a dream,

Things ain't always what it seem

It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha,

See your picture

Now they wanna grab

They guns and come and getcha

Betcha 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 ****** in a bad predicament,

Where all the foul ****** went

Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta

Buck what I'm a hit you

With you ************* betta duck

I bring pain, blood stains on what remains

Of his jacket he had a gun he shoulda packed it

Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket

So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole

I **** around and get hardcore

C-4 to ya door no beef no more *****

Feel the rough, scandalous

The more **** smoke I puff,

The more dangerous

I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew

What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?

I'm not runnin', ***** I bust my gun in

Hold on, I hear somebody comin'

I'm only comin' to pass the gat

Just bring your ************' ass on, come on

Are we gettin' close, huh

It's right over here

Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?

Yeah I'm sure ************, c'mon!

Ahh **** it better be his ************' house

**** right here

This better be this ************'s house

Oh ****! What, what's wrong

It's that red dot on your head man!

What red dot Oh ****!

You got a red dot on your head too!

Ohh ****