《Warning Sign》歌词

[00:05:50] Warning - 缇ゆ槦

[00:05:50] Who the f**k is this?

[00:05:50] pagin me at 5:46 in the morning crack a dawning

[00:05:50] now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye

[00:05:50] see who's this paging me and why..

[00:05:50] It's my n***a Pop from the barbershop

[00:05:50] told me he was in the gambling

[00:05:50] spot and heard the intricate plot

[00:05:50] Niggas wanna stick me like fly paper neighbour

[00:05:50] slow down love please chill drop the caper

[00:05:50] remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville

[00:05:50] that you rolled dice wit

[00:05:50] smoked the blunts and got nice wit

[00:05:50] yeah my n***a Fame up in Prospect

[00:05:50] nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect

[00:05:50] I didn't say dem,

[00:05:50] they schooled me to some niggas

[00:05:50] that you knew from back when,

[00:05:50] when you was clocking minor figures

[00:05:50] Now they heard you blowing up like nitro

[00:05:50] know they wanna stick the knife

[00:05:50] through your windpipe slow..

[00:05:50] so thank Fame for warning song I'm warning you

[00:05:50] you got the mac nigga

[00:05:50] tell me what you wanna do...

[00:05:50] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers

[00:05:50] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers

[00:05:50] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers

[00:05:50] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers

[00:05:50] They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus

[00:05:50] wit the Texas license plate outta state

[00:05:50] they heard about the pounds

[00:05:50] you got down in Georgetown

[00:05:50] now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down

[00:05:50] they even heard about the crib

[00:05:50] you bought your moms out in Florida

[00:05:50] the fifth corridor

[00:05:50] Call the coroner

[00:05:50] there's gonna be alot of slow singing

[00:05:50] and flower bringing

[00:05:50] if my burgular alarm starts ringing

[00:05:50] whatcha think all the guns is for?

[00:05:50] all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door

[00:05:50] and I feed em gun powder so they can devour

[00:05:50] the criminals tryna to drop my decimals

[00:05:50] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my cream

[00:05:50] And it ain't a dream things ain't always what it seems

[00:05:50] it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha

[00:05:50] see your picture, now they wanna

[00:05:50] grab they guns and come and getcha

[00:05:50] Bethca Biggie won't slip

[00:05:50] I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip

[00:05:50] so I can rip through the ligaments

[00:05:50] put the f**kas in a bad prediciment

[00:05:50] where all the foul niggas went

[00:05:50] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta

[00:05:50] Buck with what I had you with

[00:05:50] you motherf**kers betta duck

[00:05:50] I bring pain, blood stains on what remains

[00:05:50] Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it

[00:05:50] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket

[00:05:50] so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole

[00:05:50] I f**k around and get hardcore

[00:05:50] C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga

[00:05:50] feel the rush scandalous

[00:05:50] The more w**d smoke I puff the more dangerous

[00:05:50] I don't give a f**k about you or your weak crew

[00:05:50] What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you

[00:05:50] I'm not running, n***a I bust my gun in

[00:05:50] Hold on I hear somebody coming

[00:05:50] "Shh..."

[00:05:50] "Come on mothaf**ka!"

[00:05:50] "I'm coming as fast as I can"

[00:05:50] "Just bring yo mothaf**king ass on come on!"

[00:05:50] "Are we getting close? Huh?"

[00:05:50] "It's right over here"

[00:05:50] "Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?"

[00:05:50] "Yeah I'm sure mothaf**ka come on"

[00:05:50] "Oh f**k, it better be his mothaf**king house"

[00:05:50] "F**k?"

[00:05:50] "It better be this mothaf**ka's house"

[00:05:50] "Oh shit!"

[00:05:50] "What? What's wrong man?

[00:05:50] "What's that red dot on your head man?"

[00:05:50] "What red dot?"

[00:05:50] ...

[00:05:50] "Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!"

[00:05:50] Oh s**t