Текст (слова) песни: Notorious B. I. G. - Kick In The Door

 
Welcome back. *audience applauds* 
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. 
 
 
Hi, my name is Shay, and I`m from New Rochelle 
and, I just don`t understand, why you so mad. (yo, yo) 
Like what are you so mad about? (yo, yo, y-y-yo) 
You wanna know why, yo first of all, yo first of all you can`t 
be askin me no question knowhatI`msayin who the fuck is you? 
(Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper.) YouknowhatI`msayin? 
You can`t be askin me no question (It`s a family oriented show.) 
I`ma tell you why I`m mad, youknowhatI`msayin? I`ma tell you why 
I`m mad. I`ma tell you why I`m mad. These niggaz is makin five 
hundred thousand dollar videos, yunusayin? They drivin around in 
hot cars, yunusayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit. 
(Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language.) 
YouknowhatI`msayin? I`m still livin with my MOMS, youknowhatI`msayin? 
That`s my word. Yunusayin? 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 nigga made one album, he makin wild 
records. That Ready to Die shit, it was aight, it was aight, 
yunumsayin, that shit was aight, it was cool. But my shit is 
more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit. And they not 
recognizing, they not sayin I recognize. And fuck is that, who 
is you to be askin me questions, youknowhatI`msayin? Who is you? 
*Mad Rapper fades out* 
 
[cut and scratched "I gots to talk. I gotta tell what I feel. 
 
 
I gotta talk about my life as I see it!"] 
Intro: repeat 2X (`Biggie` repeats every line of beat) 
 
This goes out to you 
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you 
 
[Verse One] 
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns 
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons 
Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan 
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa 
You got ta, 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 
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 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?" 
 
Chorus: repeat 4X 
 
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four 
All you heard was Poppa don`t hit me no more 
 
[Verse Two] 
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 shit 
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 bitch 
I know you prayin you was rich, fuckin prick 
When I see ya I`ma 
 
Chorus 
 
[Verse Three] 
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 king in this rap thing 
They siblings, nothing but my chil`ren 
One shot, they disappearin 
Its ill 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 nine milly 
make the white shake, thats why my money never funny 
And you still recoupin, stupid *echoes*
 

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