Chords for The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Official Music Video) [HD]

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_ _ _ _ _ Who the fuck is this?
Paging me at 5.46 in the morning
Crack a door, now I'm yawning, white's cold out my eye
See who's this paging me and why?
It's my nigga Pop from the barber shop
Told me he was in the game spot, heard the intro plot
A nigga's wanna sit me like [Dm] flypaper, neighbor
Slow down, love, please chill, drop the paper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownville
That you rode dice with?
You was blood sick last night, switch
Hear my [G] nigga fame up in [Dm] Prospect, nah, them my niggas, nah
Love wouldn't disrespect, I didn't say them
They school me some niggas that you knew from back when
When you were, nah, they heard you blowing up like nitro
When they wanna speak the night through, you're windpipe slow
So, ain't fame warning me, cause now I'm warning you
I got them acts, nigga, tell me what you gonna do?
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper, damn
Niggas wanna stick me for my paper, damn
Niggas wanna stick me for my paper, damn
Niggas wanna stick me for my paper
They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates out of state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half a contingent locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought your mom out
Florida, the fifth corridor, I'm called the coroner
It's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What you think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the rock bullets by the door
And I feed them [G] gunpowder so they [Dm] can devour
The criminals, trying to drop my decimals, damn
Niggas wanna stick me for my green, and it ain't a dream
Things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with you, see your picture
Now they wanna grab their guns and come and get you
Bet your biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talents loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in the bad predicament
Where all the foul niggas went
Touch my tetan, feel my barretto
Fuck what I'ma hit you with your motherfuckin' sweater, duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on the remains of his jacket
He had a gun, he said to pack it
Cock it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode on your asshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more we smoke, I puff
The more dangerous, I don't give a fuck about you
All your weak crew, what you gonna do
When big poppa come for you
I'm not running, nigga, I bust my onion
Hold [F#] on, I hear somebody coming
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