"Warning"
Who
the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
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 gamblin spot and heard
the intricate plot
some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper
neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them niggas
from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts
and got nice wit
yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my niggas nah
love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to 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
you got the mac nigga
tell me what you wanna
do...
[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my
papers
[VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the
Lexus
wit 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 fifth 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 tryna to drop my decimals
DAMN..niggas wanna stick me for my
cream
And it ain't a dream things aint always what 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
fuckas 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
C4
to ya door no beef no more nigga
feel the rush scandalous
The more weed
smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak
crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
I'm not runnin, nigga
I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........
[Dogs
Barking]
"Shh..."
"Come on mothafucka!"
"I'm comin' as fast as
I can"
"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!"
"Are we gettin' close?
Huh?"
"It's right over here"
"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib
man?"
"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on"
"Oh fuck,it better be his
mothafuckin' house"
"Fuck?"
"It better be this mothafucka's house"
"Oh
shit!"
"What? What's wrong man?
"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!"
[two gun shots]
Me and My Bitch
When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick
You look so good
huh, I suck on your daddy's dick (yeah)
I never felt that way in my
life
It didn't take long before I made you my wife (uh, yeah)
Got no rings
and shit, just my main squeeze
Come into the crib, even had a set a
keys
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels
In the process, I
admit, I tricked a little (yeah)
But you was my bitch, the one who'd never
snitch (uhh)
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin rich
And I
admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
I treat you right, you talk
slick, I beat you right
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
Just
me and my bitch [variations repeat to next verse]
[Girl]
But
you know you love that ass, don't you?
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, no
question
[Girl]
No question
[Puff Daddy]
Yo, let
me ask you another question
[Girl]
What?
[Puff
Daddy]
You ever fuck around on me?
[Girl]
Why would I do
that?
[Puff Daddy]
Yo don't lie to me
motherfucker
[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
Moonlight
strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
I wanna bitch that like to
play celo, and craps
Packin gats, in a Coach bag steamin dime bags
A real
bitch is all I want, all I ever had (yeah, c'mon)
With a glock just as strong
as me
Totin guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me
Any plans
with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it
One day, she used my toothbrush to
clean the toilet (that's nasty)
Throwin my clothes out the windows, so when
the wind blows
I see my Polos and Timbos
Hide my car keys so I can't
leave
A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve
And if I deceive, she
won't take it lightly
She'll invite me, politely, to fight G
And then we
lie together, cry together
I swear to God I hope we fuckin die
together
[Chorus]
[Girl]
Let me tell you nigga, if I ever, ever catch your ass fuckin around
I'ma cut your mother-fuckin dick
off
[Puff Daddy]
Hah, heheh stop playin,
hah
[Girl]
I ain't playin, ain't no jokes, ain't no
jokes
Ain't no jokes
[Puff Daddy]
Yo, don't don't play with my
dick
[Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]
She helped me plan
out my robberies on my enemies
Didn't hesitate to squeeze, to get my life out
of danger (yeah)
One day, she put nine one one on the page
Had to call
back, whether it's minor or major (yeah)
No response, the phone just
rung
Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem
When I pulled up,
police was on the scene
Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was
clean
Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes
Stepped to
police with the shoves and the pushes
It didn't take long before the tears
start
I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart
And I know it was
meant for me
I guess the niggaz felt they had to kill the closest one to me
(uh, yeah)
And when I find em your life is to and end
They killed my best
friend... me and my bitch
"Respect"
[Verse
1]
Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My
moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world of fly
girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut,
what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile
rippin' mics and shit
New York New York, ready for the likes of this,
uh
Then came the worst date, May 21st
2:19, that's when my momma water
burst
No spouse in the house so she rode for self
to the hospital, to see
if she could get a little help
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step
I made it out, I'm
bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad
Boy"
[Verse 2]
Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin'
cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by
the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I
wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up, it fucked my
flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
before I wreck
myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see
it
Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was
necessary
Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me
straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate,
damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for
bail
[Verse 3]
Ninety-four, now I explore new
horizons
Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin'
Honeys is
tantalizin', they freak all night
Peep duckin' cops on the creep all
night
As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed
Not the same deranged
child stuck up in the game
And to my niggas livin' street life
Learn to
treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, niggas
be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If
I'm pimpin on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the muffler
on the Tec
Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps,
lick shots to my peeps
Who
the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
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 gamblin spot and heard
the intricate plot
some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper
neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them niggas
from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts
and got nice wit
yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my niggas nah
love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to 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
you got the mac nigga
tell me what you wanna
do...
[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my
papers
[VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the
Lexus
wit 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 fifth 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 tryna to drop my decimals
DAMN..niggas wanna stick me for my
cream
And it ain't a dream things aint always what 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
fuckas 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
C4
to ya door no beef no more nigga
feel the rush scandalous
The more weed
smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak
crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
I'm not runnin, nigga
I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........
[Dogs
Barking]
"Shh..."
"Come on mothafucka!"
"I'm comin' as fast as
I can"
"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!"
"Are we gettin' close?
Huh?"
"It's right over here"
"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib
man?"
"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on"
"Oh fuck,it better be his
mothafuckin' house"
"Fuck?"
"It better be this mothafucka's house"
"Oh
shit!"
"What? What's wrong man?
"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!"
[two gun shots]
Me and My Bitch
When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick
You look so good
huh, I suck on your daddy's dick (yeah)
I never felt that way in my
life
It didn't take long before I made you my wife (uh, yeah)
Got no rings
and shit, just my main squeeze
Come into the crib, even had a set a
keys
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels
In the process, I
admit, I tricked a little (yeah)
But you was my bitch, the one who'd never
snitch (uhh)
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin rich
And I
admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
I treat you right, you talk
slick, I beat you right
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
Just
me and my bitch [variations repeat to next verse]
[Girl]
But
you know you love that ass, don't you?
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, no
question
[Girl]
No question
[Puff Daddy]
Yo, let
me ask you another question
[Girl]
What?
[Puff
Daddy]
You ever fuck around on me?
[Girl]
Why would I do
that?
[Puff Daddy]
Yo don't lie to me
motherfucker
[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
Moonlight
strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
I wanna bitch that like to
play celo, and craps
Packin gats, in a Coach bag steamin dime bags
A real
bitch is all I want, all I ever had (yeah, c'mon)
With a glock just as strong
as me
Totin guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me
Any plans
with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it
One day, she used my toothbrush to
clean the toilet (that's nasty)
Throwin my clothes out the windows, so when
the wind blows
I see my Polos and Timbos
Hide my car keys so I can't
leave
A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve
And if I deceive, she
won't take it lightly
She'll invite me, politely, to fight G
And then we
lie together, cry together
I swear to God I hope we fuckin die
together
[Chorus]
[Girl]
Let me tell you nigga, if I ever, ever catch your ass fuckin around
I'ma cut your mother-fuckin dick
off
[Puff Daddy]
Hah, heheh stop playin,
hah
[Girl]
I ain't playin, ain't no jokes, ain't no
jokes
Ain't no jokes
[Puff Daddy]
Yo, don't don't play with my
dick
[Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]
She helped me plan
out my robberies on my enemies
Didn't hesitate to squeeze, to get my life out
of danger (yeah)
One day, she put nine one one on the page
Had to call
back, whether it's minor or major (yeah)
No response, the phone just
rung
Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem
When I pulled up,
police was on the scene
Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was
clean
Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes
Stepped to
police with the shoves and the pushes
It didn't take long before the tears
start
I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart
And I know it was
meant for me
I guess the niggaz felt they had to kill the closest one to me
(uh, yeah)
And when I find em your life is to and end
They killed my best
friend... me and my bitch
"Respect"
[Verse
1]
Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My
moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world of fly
girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut,
what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile
rippin' mics and shit
New York New York, ready for the likes of this,
uh
Then came the worst date, May 21st
2:19, that's when my momma water
burst
No spouse in the house so she rode for self
to the hospital, to see
if she could get a little help
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step
I made it out, I'm
bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad
Boy"
[Verse 2]
Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin'
cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by
the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I
wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up, it fucked my
flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
before I wreck
myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see
it
Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was
necessary
Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me
straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate,
damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for
bail
[Verse 3]
Ninety-four, now I explore new
horizons
Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin'
Honeys is
tantalizin', they freak all night
Peep duckin' cops on the creep all
night
As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed
Not the same deranged
child stuck up in the game
And to my niggas livin' street life
Learn to
treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, niggas
be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If
I'm pimpin on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the muffler
on the Tec
Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps,
lick shots to my peeps