Warning (2005 Remaster)

Who the hell is this

Paging me at five forty six in the morning

The dawning now i'm yawning

Wipe the cold out my eye

See who's this page of me and why it's my man

Pop from the barbershop

Told me he was in the gambling spot

And heard the intricate plot

Some people wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor

Slow down love please chill drop the paper

Remember all your peoples

From the hill up the brownsville

That you roll dice with smoke that's a got nice with

Yeah little fame up in prospect

Nah that my peoplesnow love wouldn't disrespect

I didn't say them they screw me to some chumps

That you knew from back when

When you was clocking minor figures

Now they heard you blowing up like nitro

When they wanna stick the knife

Through your wind pipe slow

So thank fame for wanting me cause now i'm warning you

I got the mac biggie tell me what you gonna do

Damn why they wanna stick me for my paper

Damnwhy they wanna stick me for my paper

Damn why they wanna stick me for my paper

Damn why they wanna stick me for my paper

They heard about the rolexes and the lexus

With the texas

Like some plates out of state

They heard about the pounds you got down in george town

And they heard

You got half of virginia lockdown

They either heard about the crib

You bought your moms out flora dub the fifth corridor

Call the coron

It's gonna be a lot of slow singing the flower bringing

If my burglar alarm starts ringing

What you think all that nurse is for all purpose war

Got the rap wellers by the door and i feed them powder

So they can devour the criminals

Tryna drop my decimals

Damn people wanna stick before my cream

And it ain't a dream

Things ain't always what it seem

It's the one that smokes none with you

See your picture now they wanna grab the guns that come

Bet your biggie won't slip

I got the calico with the black talents

Loaded in the clip

So i can rip through the ligaments

Put their bodies in the bad predicament

Where all the foul people went

Touch my cheda feel my barretta buck

When i'ma hit you with your first reaction

I bring pain bloodstains on what remains of his jacket

He had an early should have packed it

Cocked it extra clips in my pocket

So i can reload and explode on your walls

I mess around and get hardcore

See four to your door no beef no more

Feel the rough scandalous the more you smoke a puff

The more dangerous

I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew

What you gonna do and big pop a comb for you

I'm not running jump i bust my gun and hold on

I hear somebody coming