{"id":1335,"date":"2005-04-28T01:27:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-28T01:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/delascabezas.com\/blog\/index.php\/2019\/02\/20\/warning-with-apologies-to-biggie-and-who-did-this-first\/"},"modified":"2019-02-20T21:56:51","modified_gmt":"2019-02-20T21:56:51","slug":"warning-with-apologies-to-biggie-and-who-did-this-first","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/delascabezas.com\/blog\/index.php\/2005\/04\/28\/warning-with-apologies-to-biggie-and-who-did-this-first\/","title":{"rendered":"Warning<\/i>, with apologies to Biggie and (who did this first)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\nWho the fuck is this?
\npagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
\nnow I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
\nsee who’s this pagin me and why..<\/i><\/p>\n

Zounds! Mine eyes are still caked with sleeping dust!
\nWho breaks my sleep so close to the dawn’s light?<\/b><\/p>\n

It’s my nigga PAC from the barbershop
\ntold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
\nsome niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
\nslow down love please chill drop the caper<\/i> <\/p>\n

It is my comerade of old, PAC!
\nWho told me that when carousing with men,
\nof ill repute, and questionable past…
\nFiends! They informed him they wanted my death!<\/b>
\n
\nremember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
\nthat you rolled dice wit
\nsmoked the blunts and got nice wit
\nyeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
\nnah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn’t disrespect<\/i> <\/p>\n

From whom did you get this ill fram-ed news?<\/p>\n

From your old gambliing patners from Prospect!<\/p>\n

Nay, they know me of old, and would not dare
\ndisprespect the honor of my good name!<\/b> <\/p>\n

I didn’t day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz
\nthat you knew from back when,
\nwhen you was clockin minor figures<\/i> <\/p>\n

You jump to strong conclusions my good man!<\/p>\n

I did not refer to your old comerades,
\nbut rather, they informed me of the plot;
\nthe would-be assasins know you of old.<\/b><\/p>\n

Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
\nknow they wanna stick the knife
\nthrough your windpipe slow..<\/i> <\/p>\n

However, they have heard of your recent
\ncrossing with Providence and great riches!
\nThey mean to slay you, and gain your fortune,<\/b><\/p>\n

so thank Fame for warnin me cuz I’m warnin you
\nI got the mac Biggie
\ntell me what you wanna do…<\/i><\/p>\n

Award your ally for informing me
\nof the evil and dire plot against you!
\nMy sword is yours for the asking! Inform
\nme of where it’s keen edge should strike truly.<\/b><\/p>\n

[CHORUS x4]
\nDamn niggas wanna stick me for my papers<\/i><\/p>\n

Mine eyes have seen corruption to the core!
\nThe treachury of old friends makes me ill.
\nMy riches make them forget all the times
\nmy kindess kept them from a debtor’s death.<\/b><\/p>\n

[VERSE 2]
\nThey heard about the Rolex’s and the Lexus
\nwit the Texas license plates outta state
\nthey heard about the pounds
\nyou got down in Georgetown
\nnow they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
\nthey even heard about the crib
\nyou bought your moms out in Florida
\nthe fifth corridor….<\/i><\/p>\n

They are well versed in your wealth and riches.
\nThey know of the palace of your mother,
\nand your rich estates in Virginia.
\nThey even know about the carraiges
\nThey know of the carriages from afar.<\/b><\/p>\n

Call the coroner
\nthere’s gonna be alot of slow singin
\nand flower bringin
\nif my burgular alarm starts ringin<\/i><\/p>\n

Go wake the undertaker so that when
\nmy watchman should call out ‘ Trusspassers, Ho!’
\nhe will be ready to wake the mourners.<\/b><\/p>\n

whatcha think all the guns is for?
\nall purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
\nand I feed em gun powder so they can devour
\nThe criminals tryin to drop my decimals<\/i><\/p>\n

My plethora of arms are not rusted!
\nMy hounds have teeth as sharpened as my swords.
\nThey shall rend intruders like hot butter
\nbefore the fury of a hot blade-edge.<\/b><\/p>\n

DAMN.. niggaz wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
\nand in a dream things ain’t always what it seems<\/i> <\/p>\n

It is a great crime
\nThat fame and riches corrupt
\nyour friends of the past!<\/b><\/p>\n

It’s the ones that smoke blunts witcha
\nsee your picture, now they wanna
\ngrab they guns and come and getcha<\/i> <\/p>\n

It is always those you know best, of old,
\nwhose ire is raised at mention of your fame.
\nThey seek to dispatch me for my riches,
\nthinking me yesterday’s weakling fighter.<\/b><\/p>\n

Betcha Biggie won’t slip
\nI got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip
\nSo I can rip through the ligaments
\nPut they bodies in a bad prediciment
\nwhere all the foul niggas went<\/i><\/p>\n

I assure you, my resolve is quite firm.
\nThe convictions of my weapon and the
\nhand which wields it’s killing power shall
\nnot falter when the bloodletting begins.<\/b><\/p>\n

Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
\nBuck with what I had you with
\nyou motherfuckers betta duck<\/i> <\/p>\n

Touch my cheese, and feel the edge of my blade!
\nIf I swing my weapon at your person,
\nyou had best roll low, lest I behead you.<\/b><\/p>\n

I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
\nHad to jack-it, he had a gun he should’ve packed it<\/i><\/p>\n

My hands seek the blood of my enemies!
\nIf my foe had a sword, he should have drawn.<\/b><\/p>\n

Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
\nso I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
\nI fuck around and get hardcore, C-4 to ya door no beef no
\nmore(nigga)<\/i> <\/p>\n

My blade is ready to kill you and your
\nentire family, and next of kin,
\nMy bloody wath will only be complete
\nwhen everyone you know has met their end!<\/b><\/p>\n

Feel the rush, scandalous
\nThe more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
\nI dont give a fuck about chu or your weak crew
\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
\nim not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
\nHold on I hear somebody comin…<\/i><\/p>\n

Feel the warm summer breeze run through your hair?
\nIt is the last thing you shall ever know
\nbefore my wrath destroys all you and yours…
\nI am no coward! I shall stand and face
\nwhatever you can bring to my doorstep.
\nMy honor demands I shall not retreat.
\nLo, I hear the skulkers stalk through the grass…<\/b><\/p>\n

Such an iambic pentameter nerd!<\/a>
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