Warning

作词 : Burt Bacharach/Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Osten Harvey

作曲 : Burt Bacharach/Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Osten Harvey

"Warning"

Who the **** is this?

pagin me at 5:46in 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 b***h 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 little Fame up in Prospect

nah dem my people 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 Biggie

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 tryin to clock my decimals

DAMN niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.

And it ain't a dream things aint always how 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 they bodies in a bad prediciment

where all the foul mother****ers went

Touch my cheddar,feel my Beretta

Buck with what I had you with

you mother****ers betta duck

I bring pain,blood stains on what remains

Of his jacket,he had a gun he should've packed it

****ed it, extra clips in my pocket

so I can reload and explode down ya r*******

I **** around and get hardcore

C4to ya door no beef no more

feel the rush 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 comes for you

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

Hold on I hear somebody comin........