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kendrick lamar - warning shot lyrics

[intro]
come on
yeah
punch, what’s happening brother?
n-ggas be poppin’ that sh-t at me like it’s something new to me or something, know what i’m talking about
i tell a n-gga quick, that sh-t just a rerun to me, n-gga
i’ve been doing this sh-t since vanguard, brother
and tell me what’s happening with it
n-ggas hate on me but hop right on my d-ck as soon as they see me
soon as they see me, they be like

[verse 1]
what up doc
that’s what they tell me every second around the clock
everytime i clock in, rappers checkin’ they watch
studio paid for, hours unlimited
-ssh0l-s, how many mc’s i knock off they payroll?
how many god mc’s i knock off they halo?
hip-hop ain’t dead, consumers changed up
rappers love to see gold like the end of a rainbow
i stay low, like my socks under my ankles
play the back like a turtle sh-ll, know well
that my team got me if i ever slack on my sh-t, so if i fall?
guess what, i don’t even trip
it’s like that, crushin’ little battle raps
punchlines, i did that in ’99, you think it’s a gold mine when you think of one
you think you hot, but i think you done
like queens, new york slang, look what the k!ller brung
machine guns to a fight, f-cking right
pay the bill or i’m turning out your lights, good night
i shatter n-ggas’ dreams, thinkin’ they the west coast kings
till i drop like visine, tell a n-gga quick, it ain’t always what it seems
like the st-tching on swap meet jeans
i’m itching to scratch a whack rapper, gun clapper, snuff him like a rude capper
got a cool bladder, but i’m p-ssed off, at ya

[hook]
the real is back
f-ck the artificial, won’t you let the realers rap
they scribble in they notebooks, me? i state facts
safe estate, they know where the best be at
whenever i ask, “are you not entertained?”
body any n-gga that wanna holla my name
and what, no cut, this is top dawg gang
what the f-ck, everybody else, pull your panties up

[verse 2]
n-gga said he’d sn-tch my chain in the streets
what chain? i barely wear jewelry
so i ever had one, you barely seen it on me
and if i ever had a gun, you wouldn’t know it was on me
so sn-tch it and then you’re done
i’m in a studio, just sipping on parmesan
thinkin’ about who could f-ck with kenny and paula’s son
i live this sh-t, try stop me, you won’t live to sh-t properly
catch four between your abdomen
next time you see me, don’t ask me who i’m collabin’ with
between me and you, some of the new west is actresses
new hate activists, lowkey can’t stand our sh-t
but still we continue to drink laxatives
cold blooded, make the label hand me your budget
this is mine don’t touch (pow pow), did i stutter?
catch two, cats knew, i been a gorilla, welcome to the zoo
yup, you little monkeys know what it do, come test me

[hook]
the real is back
f-ck the artificial, won’t you let the realers rap
they scribble in they notebooks, me? i state facts
safe estate, they know where the best be at
whenever i ask, “are you not entertained?”
body, any n-gga that wanna holla my name
and what, no cuts, this is top dawg gang
what the f-ck, everybody else, pull your panties up

[verse 3]
dayum, you k!llin’ ’em k-dizzle
and if you don’t k!ll ’em, then you send ’em to hospitals
sleepin’ on a recliner bed, with a thin pillow
i’m with a white b-tch, -ss like a black widow
bet i dribble to the end of my lifeline
so when i die, you can say i balled for a long time
the 0-8 frankenstein, beast like sasquatch
feet size thirty-six, steppin’ on hip-hop ’cause that’s my b-tch
i write a rhyme, then she ride my d-ck
the girl is mine, i don’t know the ho that you with
you n-ggas know this, i’m way better than i’ve ever been
so focused, like a sniper when he zoom in
what’s your motive?
i bet it’s to go against, like the gt
get your b-tch -ss bit, all on these streets
i’m the almighty k, compton
rep it ’til my very death day, let the reaper in his face
and recite every song from nwa
i pay homage for those great who paved the way
wait, back to the subject of who’s, and who doesn’t do what i do
bluffin’ until i touch ’em like a m-sseuse do
nothing compares to me, but the throne, so tell ’em bring the chair to me
i’m a rare bully, small n-gga but i handle y’all n-ggas like i’m eight feet tall
n-gga

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