Kick in the Door (2005 Remaster|Explicit)-The Notorious B.I.G.

歌手 : The Notorious B.I.G.

专辑 : Life After Death (25th Anniversary Super Deluxe Edition) [Explicit]

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:46

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TXT Kick in the Door (2005 Remaster|Explicit)-The Notorious B.I.G. 文本歌词

Kick in the Door (2005 Remaster|Explicit) (Live) - The Notorious B.I.G.

Lyrics by：The Notorious B.I.G.

Composed by：Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.

Welcome back

We're here on bad boy

Television and I'm Trevin Jones

And I've been conversing with the mad rapper

And quite frankly he's very mad

We're gonna 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

My name is Shay

And I'm from new rochelle

And I just don't understand why you so mad

Like what are you so mad about

Yo yo

Y'know

Yo you wanna know why

Yo first of all you can't be

Askin' me no question

Who the f**k is you

You know what I'm sayin'

You can't be askin' me no question

I'ma tell you why I'm mad

You know what I'm sayin'

I'ma tell you why I'm mad I'ma tell you why I'm mad

These n***as is makin' five hundred

Thousand dollar videos just say

They drivin' around in hot cars

You know sayin'

They got b***hes they got all that s**t

I'm still livin' with my

Moms you know what I'm sayin'

That's my word you know I'ms

I'm makin' records I ain't

Made no money yet I done made

This is my fourth album yo this my fourth album

I ain't made a dime yet

This n***a made one album he makin' wild records

That ready to die s**t it

Was aight it was aight

You know what I'm sayin'

That s**t was aight it was cool

But my s**t is j more John blaze

Than that I got John blaze s**t

And they not resp ecognising

They not sayin' I recognize

And f**k is that who is you to

Be askin' me questions

You know what I'm sayin'

Who is you

I gots to talk

I gotta tell what I feel

Mhm

I gotta talk about my life as I see it

Biggie

Uh uh huh

Uh this goes out to you

Biggie

This goes out to you

And you and you and you

Biggie

This goes out to you

Biggie

This goes out to you

And you and you

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns

As I crush so called willies thugs and rapper dons

Get in that a*s quick fast like ramadan

It's that rap phenomenon don dada f**k poppa

You gotta call me francis m h

White intake light tokes tote iron

Was told in shootouts stay low and keep firin'

Keep extra clips for extra s**t

Uh huh

Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap

The most shady

Tell 'em

Frankie baby

Ain't no tellin' where I may be

May see me in d c

At howard homecoming with my man capone dumbin'

F**kin' somethin' you should know my steelo

Went from ten g's for blow to thirty g's a show

To orgies with h**s I never seen before so

Jesus get off the notorious'

Penis before I squeeze and bust

If the beef between us we can settle it

With the chrome and metal s**t

I make it hot like a kettle get

You're delicate you better get who sent ya

You still pedal s**t I got more rides than great adventure

Biggie

How are you gonna do it

Kick in the door wavin' the 44

All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door wavin' the 44

All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door wavin' the 44

All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more

Biggie

Kick in the door wavin' the 44

Uh huh

All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more

On ya mark get set when I spark ya wet

Look how dark it get when you're marked for death

Should I start your breath or should I let ya die

In fear you start to cry ask why lyrically I'm

Worshiped don't front the word sick

You cursed it but rehearsed it

I drop unexpectedly like bird s**t you herbs get

Stuck quickly for royalties and show money

Don't forget the publishin' I punish 'em

Uh huh

I'm done with them

Uh huh

Son I'm surprised you run with them

I think they got cum in them 'cause they nothin' but d**ks

Tryna blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks

Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds that's sick

Got paid off my flow rhyme with my own clique

Take trips to cairo layin' wit' yo' b***h

I know you prayin' you was rich f**kin'

Prick when I see ya I'ma

Kick in the door wavin' the 44

Uh huh

All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more

Uh uh uh

Kick in the door wavin' the 44

All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door wavin' the 44

All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more

Biggie

Kick in the door wavin' the 44

All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more

This goes out for those that choose to use

Disrespectful views on the king of n y

F**k that why try

Throw bleach in ya eye

Now ya braillin' it snatch that light s**t I'm scalin' it

Conscious of ya nonsense in '88

Sold more powder than johnson johnson

Tote steel like bronson vigilante

You wanna get on son you need to aks me

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings

Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin'

It's ill when MCS used to be on cruddy s**t

Took home ready to die listened studied s**t

Now they on some money s**t successful out the blue

They lightweight fragili my nine milli

Make the whites shake that's why my money never funny

And you still recoupin' stupid

Stupid stupid stupid stupid