Kick In the Door

(Biggie!) Uh! Uh-huh! Uh, this goes out to (Biggie!) you... This goes out to you! And you! And you (Biggie!) And you! This goes out to you! This goes out to (Biggie!) you! This goes out to you! And you! And you! Uh! Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons. (uh!) Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan It's that rap phenomenon, Don-Dadda! Fuck Poppa! - You gotto - call me Francis M.H. White in tank-light totes! - Tote iron! Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin' Keep extra clips for extra shit. (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 Homecomin' With my man Capone, dumbin', Fuckin 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 befo', 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 shit I make it hot - like a kettle get! You're delicate, you better get, Who sent ya? - You still pedal shit! I got more rides than Great Adventure! - Biggie! ("How are you gonna 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! " (Biggie!) Kick in the door; wavin' the .four-four! (uh-huh!) All you heard was: (uh!) "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. (uh!) 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 shit You herbs get! - Stuck quickly for royalties and show money! Don't forget the publishin - I punish 'em (uh!) I'm done with them (uh-huh!) Son, I'm surprised you run with them! I think they got come in them! - Cause they - nothin' but dicks Tryna 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 bitch I know you prayin' you was rich, fuckin' prick! - When I see ya I'm a... This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the "King Of NY". Fuck that! - Why try? Throw bleach in your eye! Now ya Braille in it! - Stash that light shit - 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 kings in this rap thing, they siblings, Nothing but my chil'ren; one shot, they disappearin'! (uh!) It's I'll when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit, Took home! - +Ready To Die+, listened, studied shit! Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue They light weight. - Fragilly, my .9 milly, make the white shake! That's why my money never funny! And you still recoupin'! - Stupid!