Warning-Mikey Smolen/Bunny Rugs/Dennis Brown/Cocoa Tea

Warning - 群星 Who the f**k is this? pagin me at 5:46 in the morning crack a dawning now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye see who's this paging me and why.. It's my n***a Pop from the barbershop told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot Niggas wanna stick me 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 n***a Fame up in Prospect nah dem my niggas 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 clocking minor figures Now they heard you blowing up like nitro know they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow.. so thank Fame for warning song I'm warning you you got the mac nigga tell me what you wanna do... Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers 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 singing and flower bringing if my burgular alarm starts ringing 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 tryna to drop my decimals Damn niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream things ain't always what 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 the f**kas in a bad prediciment where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck with what I had you with you motherf**kers betta duck I bring pain, blood stains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole I f**k around and get hardcore C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga feel the rush scandalous The more w**d smoke I puff the more dangerous I don't give a f**k about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you I'm not running, n***a I bust my gun in Hold on I hear somebody coming "Shh..." "Come on mothaf**ka!" "I'm coming as fast as I can" "Just bring yo mothaf**king ass on come on!" "Are we getting close? Huh?" "It's right over here" "Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?" "Yeah I'm sure mothaf**ka come on" "Oh f**k, it better be his mothaf**king house" "F**k?" "It better be this mothaf**ka's house" "Oh shit!" "What? What's wrong man? "What's that red dot on your head man?" "What red dot?" ... "Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!" Oh s**t