[00:00.000] 作词 : Burt Bacharach/Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Osten Harvey
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Burt Bacharach/Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Osten Harvey
[00:05.593]"Warning"
[00:17.273]Who the **** is this?
[00:18.193]pagin me at 5:46in the mornin crack a dawnin
[00:21.725]now I'm yawnin,wipe the cold out my eye
[00:25.209]see who's this pagin me and why..
[00:28.29]It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
[00:29.780]told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
[00:33.176]some b***h wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
[00:35.960]slow down love please chill drop the caper
[00:39.168]remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
[00:42.72]that you rolled dice wit
[00:43.288]smoked the blunts and got nice wit
[00:45.544]yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
[00:47.779]nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
[00:49.656]I didn't say dem,
[00:51.480]they schooled me to some niggas
[00:53.110]that you knew from back when,
[00:54.628]when you was clockin minor figures
[00:55.968]Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
[00:58.248]know they wanna stick the knife
[01:00.56]through your windpipe slow..
[01:01.60]so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
[01:04.604]you got the mac Biggie
[01:06.12]tell me what you wanna do...
[01:07.72]CHORUS]
[01:07.784]Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers
[01:09.521]VERSE 2]
[01:18.686]They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
[01:20.652]wit the Texas license plate outta state
[01:22.807]they heard about the pounds
[01:24.891]you got down in Georgetown
[01:26.24]now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
[01:29.25]they even heard about the crib
[01:31.127]you bought your moms out in Florida
[01:32.907]the fifth corridor....
[01:33.613]Call the coroner
[01:34.323]there's gonna be alot of slow singin
[01:36.399]and flower bringin
[01:37.483]if my burgular alarm starts ringin
[01:39.855]whatcha think all the guns is for?
[01:43.419]all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
[01:45.779]and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
[01:49.43]the criminals tryin to clock my decimals
[01:50.856]DAMN niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
[01:52.999]And it ain't a dream things aint always how it seems
[01:58.375]it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
[01:59.905]see your picture,now they wanna
[02:01.280]grab they guns and come and getcha
[02:02.870]Bethca Biggie won't slip
[02:04.30]I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
[02:07.866]so I can rip through the ligaments
[02:10.222]put they bodies in a bad prediciment
[02:11.662]where all the foul mother****ers went
[02:14.122]Touch my cheddar,feel my Beretta
[02:15.926]Buck with what I had you with
[02:18.954]you mother****ers betta duck
[02:19.793]I bring pain,blood stains on what remains
[02:22.126]Of his jacket,he had a gun he should've packed it
[02:25.674]****ed it, extra clips in my pocket
[02:27.690]so I can reload and explode down ya r*******
[02:30.50]I **** around and get hardcore
[02:32.602]C4to ya door no beef no more
[02:35.763]feel the rush scandalous
[02:37.846]The more **** smoke I puff the more dangerous
[02:41.690]I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew
[02:45.230]What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
[02:47.982]I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
[02:50.412]Hold on I hear somebody comin........

作词 : Burt Bacharach/Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Osten Harvey
作曲 : Burt Bacharach/Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Osten Harvey
"Warning"
Who the **** is this?
pagin me at 5:46in the mornin crack a dawnin
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 gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some b***h wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...
CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers
VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plate outta state
they heard about the pounds
you got down in Georgetown
now 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 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 clock my decimals
DAMN niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
And it ain't a dream things aint always how it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture,now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
so I can rip through the ligaments
put they bodies in a bad prediciment
where all the foul mother****ers went
Touch my cheddar,feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you mother****ers betta duck
I bring pain,blood stains on what remains
Of his jacket,he had a gun he should've packed it
****ed it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya r*******
I **** around and get hardcore
C4to ya door no beef no more
feel the rush scandalous
The more **** smoke I puff the more dangerous
I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........