Chords for The Notorious B.I.G. - Kick in the Door (Official Audio)
Tempo:
90 bpm
Chords used:
D
F
G
C
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [Ab] Welcome back.
We're here on Bad Boy Television and I'm Trevon Jones and I've been conversing
with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad.
We're going to try to find out why,
so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience.
Yes ma'am, please
stand and state your name and where you're from.
Hi, my name is Shay and I'm from New Rochelle and I just don't understand why you so mad?
Yeah.
Like what are you so mad about?
Yeah, you know, you want to know why?
First of all, you can't be asking me no questions.
Who the fuck is you?
You can't be asking me no questions.
I'm going to tell you why I'm mad.
I'm going to tell you why I'm mad.
These niggas are making $500,000 videos.
They driving around
in hot cars.
They got bitches.
They got all that shit.
I'm still living with my moms.
That's my word.
I'm making records.
I ain't made no money yet.
This is my fourth album, yo.
This is my fourth album.
I ain't made a dime yet.
This nigga made one album.
He making
wild records.
That Ready to Lie shit, it was alright.
It was alright.
That shit was alright.
It was cool.
But my shit is more John Blaze than that.
I got John Blaze shit.
And they not recognizing.
They not saying I recognize.
And fuck is that?
Who is you to be asking me questions?
[G] I gots to talk.
I got to tell [Bb] what I feel.
I got to talk about my life.
[Db] [G] Biggie.
[C] This goes out to you.
[F] This goes out to you.
You.
You.
You.
This goes out to you.
[G] This goes out to you.
[E] This goes out to you.
This goes out to you.
You. You.
Your ring on [D] the top was short like leprechaun.
Just like Crusto called Willie's thugs the Rappadons.
Get in that ass.
I'm fast like Ramadan.
It's that rap phenomenon.
Da da da.
Fuck Papa.
You got the more me.
Francis MH.
White intake.
Light toast.
So iron.
What's told me?
Shoot out.
Stay low.
And keep firing.
Keep extra clips for extra shit.
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
The most shady.
Frankie Baker.
Ain't no telling where I may be.
[F] May see me in D.C.
At Howard Homecoming with my man Kapone.
Drumming fucking something.
You should know my [D] C-low.
Went from 10 G's for flow to 30 G's
to show to all G's with O's.
I never seen before.
[Cm] Jesus.
Get off the [B] nose.
Worry us.
[F] Mean us before I squeeze them bucks.
If the beef between [G] us,
we can settle it with the chrome and metal shit.
[F] I make it pop [D] like a kettle.
You're delicate.
You better get who sent [Bb] ya.
You're still pedal shit.
I got more rhymes than Great [C] Adventure.
How are you gonna do it?
Kick in [D] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the [F] 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard [G] was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [E] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
On your mark.
Get [F] set.
When I spot.
Get wet.
Look how dark you get.
When [C] you're marked for death.
Should I start [D] your breath or should I let you die?
In fear you start to cry.
Act wise.
[B] Lyrically I'm [D] worse.
Don't front the word sick.
You cursed it but rehearsed it.
I drop unaffectedly like bird shit.
You heard [C] get stuck quickly.
For all teasing.
Show money.
Don't forget the [F] publishing.
I punish them.
I'm done with them [D] son.
I'm surprised you run with them.
I think they got cum in them.
Cause they nothing but dicks.
Trying to blow up like nitro with dynamite sticks.
Mad I smoke hydro.
Rock diamonds that stick.
Got paid off my flow.
Run with my own clique.
Take shit to Cairo.
Lay in with your bitch.
I know you praying you this rich fucking prick.
When I see you I'ma.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
[G] Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [E] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
[N] All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [D] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
This is the real deal.
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the king of NY.
Fuck that.
Why try?
Throw bleach in your [D] eye.
Now you're brailing it.
Slash that light shit.
I'm scaling it.
Conscience of your nonsense.
Your 88's so more powder than
Johnson and Johnson.
Talk steel like Bronkin.
[B] Vigilante.
You wanna get on son?
[B] You need to ask me.
Ain't no other [D] Kingsiest rap thing.
They siblings.
Nothing but my children.
One shot.
They disappearin'.
It's ill willed MC.
Used to be on pretty shit.
Took hold.
Ready to die.
Listen.
[Cm] Study shit.
Now they on some money shit.
Successful out the blue.
Lightweight.
Fragile.
My 9 mili make the whites shake.
That's why my money never [A] funny.
And you still recoup.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
We're here on Bad Boy Television and I'm Trevon Jones and I've been conversing
with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad.
We're going to try to find out why,
so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience.
Yes ma'am, please
stand and state your name and where you're from.
Hi, my name is Shay and I'm from New Rochelle and I just don't understand why you so mad?
Yeah.
Like what are you so mad about?
Yeah, you know, you want to know why?
First of all, you can't be asking me no questions.
Who the fuck is you?
You can't be asking me no questions.
I'm going to tell you why I'm mad.
I'm going to tell you why I'm mad.
These niggas are making $500,000 videos.
They driving around
in hot cars.
They got bitches.
They got all that shit.
I'm still living with my moms.
That's my word.
I'm making records.
I ain't made no money yet.
This is my fourth album, yo.
This is my fourth album.
I ain't made a dime yet.
This nigga made one album.
He making
wild records.
That Ready to Lie shit, it was alright.
It was alright.
That shit was alright.
It was cool.
But my shit is more John Blaze than that.
I got John Blaze shit.
And they not recognizing.
They not saying I recognize.
And fuck is that?
Who is you to be asking me questions?
[G] I gots to talk.
I got to tell [Bb] what I feel.
I got to talk about my life.
[Db] [G] Biggie.
[C] This goes out to you.
[F] This goes out to you.
You.
You.
You.
This goes out to you.
[G] This goes out to you.
[E] This goes out to you.
This goes out to you.
You. You.
Your ring on [D] the top was short like leprechaun.
Just like Crusto called Willie's thugs the Rappadons.
Get in that ass.
I'm fast like Ramadan.
It's that rap phenomenon.
Da da da.
Fuck Papa.
You got the more me.
Francis MH.
White intake.
Light toast.
So iron.
What's told me?
Shoot out.
Stay low.
And keep firing.
Keep extra clips for extra shit.
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
The most shady.
Frankie Baker.
Ain't no telling where I may be.
[F] May see me in D.C.
At Howard Homecoming with my man Kapone.
Drumming fucking something.
You should know my [D] C-low.
Went from 10 G's for flow to 30 G's
to show to all G's with O's.
I never seen before.
[Cm] Jesus.
Get off the [B] nose.
Worry us.
[F] Mean us before I squeeze them bucks.
If the beef between [G] us,
we can settle it with the chrome and metal shit.
[F] I make it pop [D] like a kettle.
You're delicate.
You better get who sent [Bb] ya.
You're still pedal shit.
I got more rhymes than Great [C] Adventure.
How are you gonna do it?
Kick in [D] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the [F] 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard [G] was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [E] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
On your mark.
Get [F] set.
When I spot.
Get wet.
Look how dark you get.
When [C] you're marked for death.
Should I start [D] your breath or should I let you die?
In fear you start to cry.
Act wise.
[B] Lyrically I'm [D] worse.
Don't front the word sick.
You cursed it but rehearsed it.
I drop unaffectedly like bird shit.
You heard [C] get stuck quickly.
For all teasing.
Show money.
Don't forget the [F] publishing.
I punish them.
I'm done with them [D] son.
I'm surprised you run with them.
I think they got cum in them.
Cause they nothing but dicks.
Trying to blow up like nitro with dynamite sticks.
Mad I smoke hydro.
Rock diamonds that stick.
Got paid off my flow.
Run with my own clique.
Take shit to Cairo.
Lay in with your bitch.
I know you praying you this rich fucking prick.
When I see you I'ma.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
[G] Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [E] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
[N] All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [D] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
This is the real deal.
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the king of NY.
Fuck that.
Why try?
Throw bleach in your [D] eye.
Now you're brailing it.
Slash that light shit.
I'm scaling it.
Conscience of your nonsense.
Your 88's so more powder than
Johnson and Johnson.
Talk steel like Bronkin.
[B] Vigilante.
You wanna get on son?
[B] You need to ask me.
Ain't no other [D] Kingsiest rap thing.
They siblings.
Nothing but my children.
One shot.
They disappearin'.
It's ill willed MC.
Used to be on pretty shit.
Took hold.
Ready to die.
Listen.
[Cm] Study shit.
Now they on some money shit.
Successful out the blue.
Lightweight.
Fragile.
My 9 mili make the whites shake.
That's why my money never [A] funny.
And you still recoup.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Key:
D
F
G
C
B
D
F
G
_ _ [D] _ [Ab] Welcome back.
We're here on Bad Boy Television and I'm Trevon Jones and I've been conversing
with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad.
We're going to try to find out why,
so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience.
Yes ma'am, please
stand and state your name and where you're from.
Hi, my name is Shay and I'm from New Rochelle and I just don't understand why you so mad?
Yeah.
Like what are you so mad about?
Yeah, you know, you want to know why?
First of all, you can't be asking me no questions.
Who the fuck is you?
You can't be asking me no questions.
I'm going to tell you why I'm mad.
I'm going to tell you why I'm mad.
These niggas are making $500,000 videos.
They driving around
in hot cars.
They got bitches.
They got all that shit.
I'm still living with my moms.
That's my word.
I'm making records.
I ain't made no money yet.
This is my fourth album, yo.
This is my fourth album.
I ain't made a dime yet.
This nigga made one album.
He making
wild records.
That Ready to Lie shit, it was alright.
It was alright.
That shit was alright.
It was cool.
But my shit is more John Blaze than that.
I got John Blaze shit.
And they not recognizing.
They not saying I recognize.
And fuck is that?
Who is you to be asking me questions?
[G] I gots to talk.
I got to tell [Bb] what I feel.
I got to talk about my life.
[Db] _ _ [G] Biggie. _
[C] _ _ _ _ This goes out to you. _
[F] This goes out to you.
You.
You.
You. _
This goes out to you.
_ [G] This goes out to you. _
[E] This goes out to you.
_ This goes out to you.
You. You.
Your ring on [D] the top was short like leprechaun.
Just like Crusto called Willie's thugs the Rappadons.
Get in that ass.
I'm fast like Ramadan.
It's that rap phenomenon.
Da da da.
Fuck Papa.
You got the more me.
Francis MH.
White intake.
Light toast.
So iron.
What's told me?
Shoot out.
Stay low.
And keep firing.
Keep extra clips for extra shit.
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
The most shady.
Frankie Baker.
Ain't no telling where I may be.
[F] May see me in D.C.
At Howard Homecoming with my man Kapone.
Drumming fucking something.
You should know my [D] C-low.
Went from 10 G's for flow to 30 G's
to show to all G's with O's.
I never seen before.
[Cm] Jesus.
Get off the [B] nose.
Worry us.
[F] Mean us before I squeeze them bucks.
If the beef between [G] us,
we can settle it with the chrome and metal shit.
[F] I make it pop [D] like a kettle.
You're delicate.
You better get who sent [Bb] ya.
You're still pedal shit.
I got more rhymes than Great [C] Adventure.
How are you gonna do it?
Kick in [D] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the [F] 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard [G] was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [E] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
On your mark.
Get [F] set.
When I spot.
Get wet.
Look how dark you get.
When [C] you're marked for death.
Should I start [D] your breath or should I let you die?
In fear you start to cry.
Act wise.
[B] Lyrically I'm [D] worse.
Don't front the word sick.
You cursed it but rehearsed it.
I drop unaffectedly like bird shit.
You heard [C] get stuck quickly.
For all teasing.
Show money.
Don't forget the [F] publishing.
I punish them.
I'm done with them [D] son.
I'm surprised you run with them.
I think they got cum in them.
Cause they nothing but dicks.
Trying to blow up like nitro with dynamite sticks.
Mad I smoke hydro.
Rock diamonds that stick.
Got paid off my flow.
Run with my own clique.
Take shit to Cairo.
Lay in with your bitch.
I know you praying you this rich fucking prick.
When I see you I'ma.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
[G] Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [E] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
[N] All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [D] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
This is the real deal.
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the king of NY.
Fuck that.
Why try?
Throw bleach in your [D] eye.
Now you're brailing it.
Slash that light shit.
I'm scaling it.
Conscience of your nonsense.
Your 88's so more powder than
Johnson and Johnson.
Talk steel like Bronkin.
[B] Vigilante.
You wanna get on son?
[B] You need to ask me.
Ain't no other [D] Kingsiest rap thing.
They siblings.
Nothing but my children.
One shot.
They disappearin'.
It's ill willed MC.
Used to be on pretty shit.
Took hold.
Ready to die.
Listen.
[Cm] Study shit.
Now they on some money shit.
Successful out the blue.
Lightweight.
Fragile.
My 9 mili make the whites shake.
That's why my money never [A] funny.
And you still recoup.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
We're here on Bad Boy Television and I'm Trevon Jones and I've been conversing
with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad.
We're going to try to find out why,
so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience.
Yes ma'am, please
stand and state your name and where you're from.
Hi, my name is Shay and I'm from New Rochelle and I just don't understand why you so mad?
Yeah.
Like what are you so mad about?
Yeah, you know, you want to know why?
First of all, you can't be asking me no questions.
Who the fuck is you?
You can't be asking me no questions.
I'm going to tell you why I'm mad.
I'm going to tell you why I'm mad.
These niggas are making $500,000 videos.
They driving around
in hot cars.
They got bitches.
They got all that shit.
I'm still living with my moms.
That's my word.
I'm making records.
I ain't made no money yet.
This is my fourth album, yo.
This is my fourth album.
I ain't made a dime yet.
This nigga made one album.
He making
wild records.
That Ready to Lie shit, it was alright.
It was alright.
That shit was alright.
It was cool.
But my shit is more John Blaze than that.
I got John Blaze shit.
And they not recognizing.
They not saying I recognize.
And fuck is that?
Who is you to be asking me questions?
[G] I gots to talk.
I got to tell [Bb] what I feel.
I got to talk about my life.
[Db] _ _ [G] Biggie. _
[C] _ _ _ _ This goes out to you. _
[F] This goes out to you.
You.
You.
You. _
This goes out to you.
_ [G] This goes out to you. _
[E] This goes out to you.
_ This goes out to you.
You. You.
Your ring on [D] the top was short like leprechaun.
Just like Crusto called Willie's thugs the Rappadons.
Get in that ass.
I'm fast like Ramadan.
It's that rap phenomenon.
Da da da.
Fuck Papa.
You got the more me.
Francis MH.
White intake.
Light toast.
So iron.
What's told me?
Shoot out.
Stay low.
And keep firing.
Keep extra clips for extra shit.
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
The most shady.
Frankie Baker.
Ain't no telling where I may be.
[F] May see me in D.C.
At Howard Homecoming with my man Kapone.
Drumming fucking something.
You should know my [D] C-low.
Went from 10 G's for flow to 30 G's
to show to all G's with O's.
I never seen before.
[Cm] Jesus.
Get off the [B] nose.
Worry us.
[F] Mean us before I squeeze them bucks.
If the beef between [G] us,
we can settle it with the chrome and metal shit.
[F] I make it pop [D] like a kettle.
You're delicate.
You better get who sent [Bb] ya.
You're still pedal shit.
I got more rhymes than Great [C] Adventure.
How are you gonna do it?
Kick in [D] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the [F] 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard [G] was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [E] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
On your mark.
Get [F] set.
When I spot.
Get wet.
Look how dark you get.
When [C] you're marked for death.
Should I start [D] your breath or should I let you die?
In fear you start to cry.
Act wise.
[B] Lyrically I'm [D] worse.
Don't front the word sick.
You cursed it but rehearsed it.
I drop unaffectedly like bird shit.
You heard [C] get stuck quickly.
For all teasing.
Show money.
Don't forget the [F] publishing.
I punish them.
I'm done with them [D] son.
I'm surprised you run with them.
I think they got cum in them.
Cause they nothing but dicks.
Trying to blow up like nitro with dynamite sticks.
Mad I smoke hydro.
Rock diamonds that stick.
Got paid off my flow.
Run with my own clique.
Take shit to Cairo.
Lay in with your bitch.
I know you praying you this rich fucking prick.
When I see you I'ma.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
[G] Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [E] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
[N] All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
Kick in [D] the door.
Wave in the 4-4.
All you heard was Papa.
Don't hit me no more.
This is the real deal.
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the king of NY.
Fuck that.
Why try?
Throw bleach in your [D] eye.
Now you're brailing it.
Slash that light shit.
I'm scaling it.
Conscience of your nonsense.
Your 88's so more powder than
Johnson and Johnson.
Talk steel like Bronkin.
[B] Vigilante.
You wanna get on son?
[B] You need to ask me.
Ain't no other [D] Kingsiest rap thing.
They siblings.
Nothing but my children.
One shot.
They disappearin'.
It's ill willed MC.
Used to be on pretty shit.
Took hold.
Ready to die.
Listen.
[Cm] Study shit.
Now they on some money shit.
Successful out the blue.
Lightweight.
Fragile.
My 9 mili make the whites shake.
That's why my money never [A] funny.
And you still recoup.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.