Lyrics Warning (Edited Version) - The Notorious B.I.G.
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
niggaz
wanna
stick
you
like
fly
paper
neighbour
Slow
down
love
please
chill
drop
the
caper
>remember
them
niggaz
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
people
nah
love
wouldn't
disrespect
>i
didn't
day
dem,
they
schooled
me
to
some
niggaz
>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
>i
got
the
mac
biggie
>tell
me
what
you
wanna
do...
Damn
niggas
wanna
stick
me
for
my
papers
>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
drop
my
decimals
Damn.
niggaz
wanna
stick
my
for
my
c.r.e.a.m.
And
in
a
dream
things
ain't
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
Betcha
biggie
won't
slip
I
got
the
calico
with
the
black
talions
loaded
in
the
clip
So
I
can
rip
through
the
ligaments
Put
they
bodies
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
leave
stains
on
blood
of
what
remains
Had
to
jack-it,
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,
c-4
to
ya
door
no
beef
no
more
Feel
the
rush,
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
comes
for
you
I'm
not
runnin,
nigga
I
bust
my
gun
in
Hold
on
I
hear
somebody
comin...
1 Juicy
2 Hypnotize
3 Warning (Edited Version)
4 #!*@ You Tonight
5 Want That Old Thing Back
6 Running Your Mouth
7 N***as Bleed
8 Unbelievable
9 Nasty Girl
10 Nasty Girl
11 Notorious B.I.G.
12 Notorious Thugs
13 Notorious Thugs
14 Ten Crack Commandments
15 Who Shot Ya
16 Warning
17 Get Money (Performed By Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
18 Get Money
19 One More Chance / Stay With Me (Remix)
20 #!*@ You Tonight
21 Notorious B.I.G.
22 Running Your Mouth
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