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queensryche - warning lyrics

who the f-ck is this? pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawninnow i’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eyesee who’s this pagin me and why.
it’s my n-gg- pop from the barbershoptold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot some n-gg-z wanna stick you like fly paper neighbourslow down love please chill drop the caper remember them n-gg-z from the hill up in brownsville? that you rolled dice wit smoked the blunts and got nice wityeah my n-gg- fame up in prospectnah dem my people nah love wouldn’t disrespect i didn’t day dem, they schooled me to some n-gg-z that you knew from back when, when you was clockin minor figures now they heard you blowin up like nitro know they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow. so thank fame for warnin me now i’m warnin you i got the mac biggie tell me what you wanna do…

[chorus]

d-mn n-gg-s wanna stick me for my papers

[verse 2]

they heard about the rolex’s and the lexus wit the texas license plate outta state they heard about the pounds you got down in georgetown now they heard you got half of virginia locked down they even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in florida the fifth corridor…
call the coronerthere’s gonna be alot of slow singin and flower bringinif my burgular alarm starts ringinwhatcha think all the guns is for? all purpose war got the rottweilers by the doorand i feed em gun powder so they can devour
the criminals tryin to drop my decimals
d-mn. n-gg-z wanna stick my for my c.
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a.
m.and in a dream things ain’t always how it seems
it’s the ones that smoke blunts witchasee your picture, now they wanna grab they guns and come and getcha
betcha biggie won’t slip
i got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip
so i can rip through the ligaments
put they bodies in a bad predicimentwhere all the foul n-gg-s went
touch my cheddar, feel my beretta
buck with what i had you with you motherf-ckers betta duck
i leave stains on blood of what remains
had to jack-it, he had a gun he should’ve packed it
c-cked it, extra clips in my pocketso i can reload and explode down ya r-sshole
i f-ck around and get hardcore, c-4 to ya door no beef no more
feel the rush, scandalous
the more weed smoke i puff, the more dangerous
i dont give a f-ck about you or your weak crew
what you gonna do when big poppa comes for you
start runnin, n-gg- i bust my gun in
hold on i hear somebody comin…

- queensryche lyrics

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