Who the fuck is this, pagin me at 5:46 in the morning?
Crack of dawn and now Im yawnin
Wipe the cold out my eye
See whos this pagin me and why
Its 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, wouldnt disrespect
I didnt say them
They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when
When you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard youre blowin up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin me, cause now Im 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!
Theres 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 aint a dream, things aint always what it seem
Its the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Bet ya Biggie wont 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 Ima 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 dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?
Im not runnin, nigga, I bust my gun and
Hold on, I hear somebody comin
Cmon, motherfucker
Man, Im comin as fast as I can
Just g— bring your motherfuckin ass on, come on
Are we gettin close, huh?
Its right over here
You sure its Biggie Smalls crib, man?
Yeah, Im sure, motherfucker, come on
Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin house
Fuck, right here
Tsk, this better be this motherfuckers house
Oh shit
What? Whats wrong?
Whats that red dot on your head, man?
What red dot?
Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too
Oh shit!