Notorious B.I.G. Warning Lyrics

Who the f___ 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 n____ PAC from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
a n____z wanna stick me like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
"remember them n____z from the hill up in Brownsville?
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit"
yeah my n____ Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my n____z nah love wouldn't disrespect
"I didn't day dem, they schooled me to some n____z
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 cuz I'm warnin you
I got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...""

[CHORUS]
d___ n____s wanna stick me for my papers

[VERSE 2]
"" They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plates 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
d___.. n____z wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and in a dream things ain't 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
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 n____s went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you m_________ers betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
of his jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it
c___ed it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I f___ around and get hardcore, C-4 to ya door no beef no more(n____)
Feel the rush, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I dont give a f___ about chu or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
im not runnin, n____ I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin...