Warning - The Notorious B.I.G.

Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning?

Crack of dawn and now I’m yawnin'

Wipe the cold out my eye

See who’s this pagin' me and why

It’s my nigga, Pop from the barbershop

Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot

Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor

Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper

Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville

That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?

Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect

Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldn’t disrespect

I didn’t say them

They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when

When you was clockin' minor figures

Now they heard you’re 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, nigga, tell me what you gonna do

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus

With the Texas license plates out of 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 burglar alarm starts ringin'

What ya 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, niggas 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 with ya, see your picture

Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya

Bet ya 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 predicament

Where all the foul niggas went

Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta

Buck what I’ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck

I bring pain, bloodstains 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 fuck around and get hardcore

C-4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga

Feel the rough, 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 come for you?

I’m not runnin', nigga, I bust my gun and

Hold on, I hear somebody comin'

C’mon, motherfucker

Man, I’m comin' as fast as I can

Just g— bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on

Are we gettin' close, huh?

It’s right over here

You sure it’s Biggie Smalls crib, man?

Yeah, I’m sure, motherfucker, come on

Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house

Fuck, right here

Tsk, this better be this motherfucker’s house

Oh shit

What?

What’s wrong?

What’s that red dot on your head, man?

What red dot?

Oh shit!

You got a red dot on your head, too

Oh shit!