The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning lyrics]
Who the fuck is this
Pagin' me at 5: 46 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
'cause 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-4 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'
C'mon, motherfucker
Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can
Just g bring your motherfuckin' ass on
Come on are we gettin' close, huh?
It's right over here
You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?
Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on
Man, fuck
This better be his motherfuckin' house
Fuck, right here
Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house
Oh shit what? What's wrong?
What's that red dot on your head, man?
What red dot?
Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too
Oh shit!
Pagin' me at 5: 46 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
'cause 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-4 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'
C'mon, motherfucker
Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can
Just g bring your motherfuckin' ass on
Come on are we gettin' close, huh?
It's right over here
You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?
Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on
Man, fuck
This better be his motherfuckin' house
Fuck, right here
Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house
Oh shit what? What's wrong?
What's that red dot on your head, man?
What red dot?
Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too
Oh shit!