The Notorious B.I.G. Kick In The Door Lyrics

[Intro 1:]

Welcome back. *audience applaudes*
We're here on bad boy television, and I'm Trevin Jones
And Ive been conversing with the Madd Rapper.
And quite frankly -- he's very mad.
We're gonna try to find out why; so well take some questions
At this point from our studio audience.
Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name, and where you're from.

Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle
And, I just don't understand, why you so mad. (yo, yo)
Like what are you so mad about? (yo, yo, y-y-yo)

You wanna know why, yo first of all, yo first of all you can't
Be askin me no question knowhatimsayin?
Who the f___ is you?
(ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper.) Youknowhatimsayin?
You can't be askin me no question (it's a family oriented show.)
I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatimsayin?
I'ma tell you why I'm mad. I'ma tell you why I'm mad. These n____z is makin five hundred thousand dollar videos, yunusayin? They drivin around in hot cars, yunusayin? They got b____es, they got all that s___.
(Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language.)
Youknowhatimsayin? I'm still livin with my moms, youknowhatimsayin? That's my word.
Yunusayin? I'm makin records I ain't made no money yet I done made this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album!
I ain't made a dime yet. This n____ made one album, he makin wild Records.
That 'Ready to Die' s___, it was aight, it was aight, yunumsayin, that s___ was aight, it was cool.
But my s___ is more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze s___. And they not recognizing, they not sayin I recognize.
And f___ is that, who is you to be askin me questions, youknowhatimsayin? who is you?
*Madd Rapper fades out*

[Intro 2:]

{cut and scratched:}
I gots to talk. I gotta tell what I feel.
I gotta talk about my life as I see it!

This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you...

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called w______, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that a__, quick fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon don-dadda, f___ poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
In tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra s___
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, {tell em!}, frankie baby
Ain't no tellin where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard homecomin
With my man Capone, dumbin, f___in somethin
You should know my steelo
Went from ten gs for blow to thirty gs a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen befo
So, Jesus, get off the notorious
p____, before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal s___
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal s___, I got more rides than Great Adventure
{Biggie, how are you gonna do it?}

[Chorus X4:]
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa dont hit me no more

On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
Should I start your breath should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird s___
You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Dont forget the publishin, I punish em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got c__ in them, cause they, nothin but d___s
Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, thats sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
Take trips to Cairo, layin with yo b____
I know you prayin you was rich, f___in p____
When I see ya I'ma

[Chorus X4]

This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the king of NY
f___ that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya braille in it, stash that light s___, or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chilren
One shot, they disappearin
It's ill when, MCs used to be on cruddy s___
Took home, 'Ready to Die', listened, studied s___
Now they on some money s___, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, thats why my money never funny
And you still recoupin, stupid *echoes*...