Karaoké Warning The Notorious B.I.G.

Who the fuck is this

Pagin' me at five forty-six 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 'cos 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-four 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'