Warning

[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop] 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' [Skit] 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!