Kick In The Door (Club Mix) - The Notorious B.I.G.
Lyrics by：The Notorious B.I.G.
Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
Biggie
Uh uh-uh
Uh
This goes out to you
This goes out to you and you and you and you Biggie
This goes out to you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you and 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-dadda f**k poppa
You got ta call me francis mh white
In tank-light totes tote iron
Was told in shootouts stay low and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra s**t
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady tell 'em Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin where I may be
May see me in dc at howard home comin'
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 hoes 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
Do it
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
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 ya marked with death
Should I start your breath should I let you die
In fear you start to cry ask why
Lyrically I'm worser 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 I'm done with them
Son I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them 'cause they nothin but dicks
Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds that's sick
Got pay off my flow rhyme with my own click
Take trips to cairo layin with 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 four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
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 NY
F**k that why try throw bleach in your eye
Now ya braille in it stash that light s**t or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than johnson and johnson
Tote steel like bronson vigilante
You wanna get on son you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings nothing but my chil'ren
One shot they disappearin
It's ill when MC's 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 light weight fragilly my nine milly
Make the white shake thats why my money never funny
And you still recoupin stupid stupid stupid stupid
Stupid
Lyrics by：The Notorious B.I.G.
Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
Biggie
Uh uh-uh
Uh
This goes out to you
This goes out to you and you and you and you Biggie
This goes out to you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you and 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-dadda f**k poppa
You got ta call me francis mh white
In tank-light totes tote iron
Was told in shootouts stay low and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra s**t
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady tell 'em Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin where I may be
May see me in dc at howard home comin'
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 hoes 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
Do it
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
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 ya marked with death
Should I start your breath should I let you die
In fear you start to cry ask why
Lyrically I'm worser 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 I'm done with them
Son I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them 'cause they nothin but dicks
Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds that's sick
Got pay off my flow rhyme with my own click
Take trips to cairo layin with 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 four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door wavin the four-four
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 NY
F**k that why try throw bleach in your eye
Now ya braille in it stash that light s**t or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than johnson and johnson
Tote steel like bronson vigilante
You wanna get on son you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings nothing but my chil'ren
One shot they disappearin
It's ill when MC's 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 light weight fragilly my nine milly
Make the white shake thats why my money never funny
And you still recoupin stupid stupid stupid stupid
Stupid
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