Who the ***k is this? Pagin' me at 5 46
In the mornin', crack of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin' wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin' me and why

It's my ***** Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin' spot and heard the intricate plot
Of *****z wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper

Remember them *****z from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit, smoked the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my ***** Fame up in Prospect
Nah they're my *****z nah love wouldn't disrespect

I didn't say them, they schooled me to some *****z
That you knew from back when
When you was clockin' minor figures
Now they heard you blowin' up like nitro

And they wanna stick the knife through your win**ipe slow
So thank Fame for warnin' me 'cause now I'm warnin' you
I got the mac ***** tell me what you gonna do?

Damn, *****z wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, *****z wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, *****z wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, *****z wanna stick me for my paper

They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And 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 a lot of slow singin', and flower bringin'
If my burglar alarm starts ringin'

Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals, tryin' to drop my decimals

Damn, *****z wanna stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and getcha

Betcha 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 ***kers in a bad predicament, where all the foul *****z went

Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
***k what I'ma hit you with you mother***kers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket he had a gun he shoulda packed it

****ed it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode on ya r***hole
I ***k around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more *****
Feel the rough, scandalous

The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a ***k about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin', ***** I bust my gun an'
Hold on, I hear somebody comin'

C'mon *****
I'm only comin' to p*** the gat
Just bring your mother***kin' *** on, come on
Are we gettin' close, huh?

It's right over here
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
Yeah I'm sure mother***ker, c'mon
Ah ***k it better be his mother***kin' house

***k right here, this better be this mother***ker's house
Oh ****
What, what's wrong?
It's that red dot on your head man
What red dot? Oh ****, you got a red dot on your head too

Oh ****