Who the fuck is this?
Pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
Now iand'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye
See whoand's this pagin me and why..
Itand's my nigga pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
andgt;some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
Slow down love please chill drop the caper
andgt;remember them niggaz from the hill up in brownsville?
andgt;that you rolled dice wit
andgt;smoked the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my nigga fame up in prospect
Nah dem my people nah love wouldnand't disrespect
andgt;i didnand't day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz
andgt;that you knew from back when,
andgt;when you was clockin minor figures
andgt;now they heard you blowin up like nitro
andgt;know they wanna stick the knife
andgt;through your windpipe slow..
andgt;so thank fame for warnin me now iand'm warnin you
andgt;i got the mac biggie
andgt;tell me what you wanna do...
[chorus]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers
[verse 2]
andgt;they heard about the rolexand's and the lexus
andgt;wit the texas license plate outta state
andgt;they heard about the pounds
andgt;you got down in georgetown
andgt;now they heard you got half of virginia locked down
andgt;they even heard about the crib
andgt;you bought your moms out in florida
andgt;the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
Thereand'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
Damn.. niggaz wanna stick my for my c.r.e.a.m.
And in a dream things ainand't always how it seems
Itand's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
See your picture, now they wanna
Grab they guns and come and getcha
Betcha biggie wonand'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 niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my beretta
Buck with what i had you with
You motherfuckers betta duck
I leave stains on blood of what remains
Had to jack-it, he had a gun he shouldand've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So i can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore, c-4 to ya door no beef no more
Feel the rush, 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 comes for you
Start runnin, nigga i bust my gun in
Hold on i hear somebody comin...
