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Who the fuck is this?<br />pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin<br />now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye<br />see who's this pagin me and why..<br />It's my nigga PAC from the barbershop<br />told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot<br />some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour<br />slow down love please chill drop the caper<br />remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?<br />that you rolled dice wit <br />smoked the blunts and got nice wit<br />yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect<br />nah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect<br />I didn't day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz<br />that you knew from back when,<br />when you was clockin minor figures<br />Now they heard you blowin up like nitro<br />know they wanna stick the knife <br />through your windpipe slow..<br />so thank Fame for warnin me cuz I'm warnin you<br />I got the mac Biggie<br />tell me what you wanna do...<br /><br />[CHORUS]<br />Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers<br /><br />[VERSE 2]<br />They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus<br />wit the Texas license plates outta state<br />they heard about the pounds <br />you got down in Georgetown<br />now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down<br />they even heard about the crib <br />you bought your moms out in Florida <br />the fifth corridor....<br />Call the coroner<br />there's gonna be alot of slow singin <br />and flower bringin<br />if my burgular alarm starts ringin<br />whatcha think all the guns is for?<br />all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door<br />and I feed em gun powder so they can devour<br />The criminals tryin to drop my decimals<br />DAMN.. niggaz wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.<br />and in a dream things ain't always what it seems<br />It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha<br />see your picture, now they wanna <br />grab they guns and come and getcha<br />Betcha Biggie won't slip<br />I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip<br />So I can rip through the ligaments<br />Put they bodies in a bad prediciment<br />where all the foul niggas went<br />Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta<br />Buck with what I had you with <br />you motherfuckers betta duck<br />I bring pain, blood stains on what remains<br />of his jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it<br />Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket<br />so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole<br />I fuck around and get hardcore, C-4 to ya door no beef no more(nigga)<br />Feel the rush, scandalous<br />The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous<br />I dont give a fuck about chu or your weak crew<br />What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you<br />im not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in<br />Hold on I hear somebody comin...
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Who the fuck is this?<br />pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin<br />now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye<br />see who's this pagin me and why..<br />It's my nigga PAC from the barbershop<br />told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot<br />some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour<br />slow down love please chill drop the caper<br />remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?<br />that you rolled dice wit <br />smoked the blunts and got nice wit<br />yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect<br />nah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect<br />I didn't day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz<br />that you knew from back when,<br />when you was clockin minor figures<br />Now they heard you blowin up like nitro<br />know they wanna stick the knife <br />through your windpipe slow..<br />so thank Fame for warnin me cuz I'm warnin you<br />I got the mac Biggie<br />tell me what you wanna do...<br /><br />[CHORUS]<br />Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers<br /><br />[VERSE 2]<br />They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus<br />wit the Texas license plates outta state<br />they heard about the pounds <br />you got down in Georgetown<br />now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down<br />they even heard about the crib <br />you bought your moms out in Florida <br />the fifth corridor....<br />Call the coroner<br />there's gonna be alot of slow singin <br />and flower bringin<br />if my burgular alarm starts ringin<br />whatcha think all the guns is for?<br />all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door<br />and I feed em gun powder so they can devour<br />The criminals tryin to drop my decimals<br />DAMN.. niggaz wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.<br />and in a dream things ain't always what it seems<br />It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha<br />see your picture, now they wanna <br />grab they guns and come and getcha<br />Betcha Biggie won't slip<br />I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip<br />So I can rip through the ligaments<br />Put they bodies in a bad prediciment<br />where all the foul niggas went<br />Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta<br />Buck with what I had you with <br />you motherfuckers betta duck<br />I bring pain, blood stains on what remains<br />of his jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it<br />Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket<br />so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole<br />I fuck around and get hardcore, C-4 to ya door no beef no more(nigga)<br />Feel the rush, scandalous<br />The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous<br />I dont give a fuck about chu or your weak crew<br />What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you<br />im not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in<br />Hold on I hear somebody comin...
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