Kick in the Door
B.I.G. Lyrics

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
Your time at the top was brief, just like a leprechaun, and now it's my turn.

As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
I'm going to take down all the fake gangsters and big-talking rappers.

Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
I'm coming for you swiftly, like a devout Muslim during Ramadan.

Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
I'm the top dog in the rap game, and I'm not afraid to take down anyone who stands in my way.

You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
My new identity is Francis M.H. White, so call me that instead of my usual nickname.

Intake light tokes, tote iron
I may look calm and collected smoking my joints, but I carry a gun for protection.

Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
In gun fights, the key is to stay hidden and keep firing until the enemy is taken down.

Keep extra clips for extra shit
I always carry extra ammunition, just in case things get extra intense.

Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
I wonder who will try to challenge me next and take control of the rap game.

The mo shady, (Tell em!) Frankie baby
I'm the most shady person around, so watch out. And call me Frankie baby.

Ain't no telling where I may be
I'm always on the move and could show up anywhere.

May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming
You may find me at the Howard University homecoming in Washington, D.C.

With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something
I'll be hanging out with my friend Capone, just enjoying ourselves and having sex with some girls.

You should know my steelo
You should know my style and how I operate.

Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
I used to get paid only $10,000 for drugs, but now I make $30,000 per performance.

To orgies with hoes I never seen before
I'm now involved in wild parties with women I've never met before.

So, Jesus, get off the Notorious Penis, before I squeeze and bust
Stop being envious of my success and fame, or I'll take violent action.

If the beef between us, we can settle it
If we have a problem, we can work it out between us.

With the chrome and metal shit
We can settle it by using guns and other deadly weapons.

I make it hot, like a kettle get
I bring the heat and intensity, like a boiling kettle.

You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You're easily broken and fragile, so who sent you to challenge me?

You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
You're still trying to sell your weak music, while I have more hits than the Great Adventure theme park.

Biggie, (How are you gonna do it?)
People are wondering how I'm going to stay on top.

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
I'm barging in with my gun drawn and ready to take over.

All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
Everyone is scared for their life and begging not to get hurt.

On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
When I shoot, you're going to get wet from your own blood.

Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
Your outlook on life gets bleak when someone wants you dead.

Should I start your breath or should I let you die
I'm considering putting an end to your life or letting you suffer.

In fear you start to cry, ask why
You're so scared that you start crying and asking why this is happening to you.

Lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
People idolize my rap skills, so don't pretend like you don't know how good I am.

You cursed it, but rehearsed it
You tried to badmouth me, but I know you've been practicing my lines.

I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
I come out of nowhere like bird droppings falling from the sky.

You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
You weak rappers are only in it for the money, and you get stuck as one-hit wonders.

Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
Don't forget about the money I make from songwriting, and I'm done with these weak rappers.

Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I'm surprised you associate with these losers who don't have any talent.

I think they got cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
I think they're all talk and no action, and just full of themselves.

Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
They're trying to become famous quickly, like explosives that are ready to blow up.

Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
You're jealous that I smoke high-quality weed and wear expensive diamond jewelry.

Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
I've made lots of money from my flow and rap with my close friends.

Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
I take trips to exotic places and have sex with your girlfriend.

I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick
You're praying to become rich like me, but you're still a jerk.

This goes out for those that choose to use
This message is for everyone who wants to disrespect me.

Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
People who try to disrespect me, the King of New York, will face serious consequences.

Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
I don't care about your attempts to challenge me, and I'd even throw bleach in your eyes to prove it.

Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
Now that you're blinded, I'll take advantage of you and steal your possessions.

Conscious of ya nonsense, in eighty-eight
I'm aware of your disrespectful comments from years ago in 1988.

Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
I used to sell more cocaine than the pharmaceutical company Johnson & Johnson.

Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
I carry a gun like the actor Charles Bronson from his "Vigilante" films.

You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
If you want to challenge me, you better ask for my permission first.

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
No one else is on my level in the rap industry.

They siblings, nothing but my children
All the other rappers are like my children, and they're not at the same level as me.

One shot they disappearin'
One bullet from me, and they're gone forever.

It's ill when MC's used to be on cruddy shit
It's crazy how rappers used to be involved in bad things back in the day.

Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
But now, they listen to my album "Ready to Die" and study my music.

Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They're now successful, but it seems to have come out of nowhere and only because of money.

They light weight, fragile, my nine milli
They're not on my level, and my gun could take them out with ease.

Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
I make the white people who control the music industry nervous, which is why I'm always making money.

And you still recouping, stupid
And you're still trying to make it big, but you're not smart enough to get ahead.