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Who the is this? Pagin me at 5:46
In the mornin, of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin, wipe the out my eye
See who's this me, and why
It's my Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate
Of niggaz wanna stick me like neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the
them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit, the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my nigga up in Prospect
Nah they're my niggaz nah wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them, they schooled me to niggaz
That you knew from back when, you was clockin minor figures
Now heard you blowin up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through windpipe slow
So, Fame for warnin me cause now I'm warnin you
I got the mac nigga me what you gonna do

Damn! Niggaz stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna me for my paper
Damn! wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my

They heard about the Rolex's and the
With the Texas license plates state
heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib you your moms out in Florida
The fifth --
-- the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and bringin
If my burgular alarm ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is
All war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so can devour
The criminals, tryin to my decimals
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my
And it a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and
Betcha Biggie slip
I got the calico with the talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my
Fuck what hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck
I pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and on ya rasshole
I fuck and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no nigga
Feel the rough,
The more smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I my gun an'
on, I hear somebody comin...

Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! wanna stick me for my paper
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
Damn! wanna stick me for my paper

(C'mon nigga) I'm only to pass the gat
(Just bring motherfuckin ass on, come on)
Are we gettin close,
(It's over here)
Are you sure this Biggie crib man?
(Yeah I'm motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh fuck - it better be his house
right here..
This better be this motherfucker's
(Oh shit!) What, wrong?
(It's that red dot on head man!)
What red dot on you head. Oh shit! You got a red dot on your too!

Ohh shit!