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