DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Diewww.notoriousonline.com"Who the fuck is this?pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawninnow I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eyesee who's this pagin me and why..It's my nigga Pop from the barbershoptold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plotniggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbourslow down love please chill drop the caperremember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsvillethat you rolled dice wit smoked the blunts and got nice wityeah my nigga Fame up in Prospectnah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespectI didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggaz that you knew from back when,when you was clockin minor figuresNow they heard you blowin up like nitrowhen they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow..so thank Fame for warnin me because now I'm warnin youyou got the mac Biggie tell me what you wanna do...[CHORUS]Damn niggaz wanna stick me for my paper[VERSE 2]They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexuswit the Texas license plate outta statethey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetownnow they heard you got half of Virginia locked downthey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida the fifth corridor....Call the coronerthere's gonna be alot of slow singin and flower bringinif my burgular alarm starts ringinwhatcha think all the guns is for?all purpose war got the rottweilers by the doorand I feed em gun powder so they can devourthe criminals tryin to drop my decimalsDAMN..niggaz wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.and the inner dream things aint always what it seemsit's the ones that smoke blunts witchasee your picture, now they wanna grab they guns and come and getchaBethca Biggie won't slipI got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip* So I can rip through the ligamentsput the fuckaz in a bad predicimentwhere all the foul niggaz wentTouch my cheddar, feel my BerettaFuck with what I'mma hit you with you motherfuckers betta duckI bring pain, blood stains & what remainsof his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed itCocked it, extra clips in my pocketso I can reload and explode on ya rassholeI fuck around and get hardcoreC-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga feel the rough scandalousThe more weed smoke I puff the more dangerousI dont give a fuck about you or your weak crewWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for youI'm not runnin'I bust my gun and hold on I hear somebody comin"
