Kick In the Door
B. I. G. Lyrics

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
Your time as the top rapper was brief, much like the brief existence of leprechauns.

As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
I am destroying those who pretend to be tough and important in the rap game.

Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
I am swiftly and efficiently destroying my competition, much like fasting during Ramadan.

Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
I am the rap phenomenon, the Don-Dadda, and I am surpassing the legacy of Notorious B.I.G.

You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
Call me by my real name, Francis M.H. White.

Intake light tokes, tote iron
I smoke a little and carry a gun.

Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
I am familiar with gunfights and have been instructed to stay low and continue shooting.

Keep extra clips for extra shit
I am prepared for any additional conflict with extra ammunition.

Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
Who will be the next to try and challenge my rap supremacy?

The mo shady, (Tell em!) Frankie baby
I am the most deceitful and sly, also known as Frankie Baby.

Ain't no telling where I may be
I could be anywhere at any time.

May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming
You may even see me at a college homecoming event in Washington D.C.

With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something
I am with my friend Capone, enjoying ourselves and possibly engaging in sexual activity.

You should know my steelo
You should understand my style, or the way I do things.

Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
I have gone from earning $10,000 for cocaine to $30,000 per performance.

To orgies with hoes I never seen before
I am now enjoying orgies with women I have never met before.

So, Jesus, get off the Notorious Penis, before I squeeze and bust
Stop idolizing Notorious B.I.G., or I will use violence to get you to stop.

If the beef between us, we can settle it
If we have a problem, we can confront each other and settle it.

With the chrome and metal shit
We can settle it with guns.

I make it hot, like a kettle get
I make things intense and heated, like a boiling kettle.

You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You are fragile and weak, you should know who sent you to challenge me.

You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
You are still trying to sell uninspired music, while I have more successful hits than a popular amusement park.

Biggie, (How are you gonna do it?)
Notorious B.I.G., how are you going to handle the situation?

Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
I am entering forcefully with my gun, and those inside plead with me not to harm them.

On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
I warn you to get ready because I am about to attack, and when I do, life will become dark and grim for you.

Should I start your breath or should I let you die In fear you start to cry, ask why
I am contemplating whether to kill you or let you suffer, and you cry in fear.

Lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
People admire me for my rap skills, and while you may act like you don't like it, you secretly rehearse and envy me. Additionally, I appear suddenly and without warning, much like bird droppings.

You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
You weak rappers are eager to chase money from record sales and concerts, but you overlook the importance of publishing rights. I will punish you for your ignorance and move on from you.

Son, I'm surprised you run with them I think they got cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
I am surprised you associate with such weak rappers, and I believe they lack courage because they are nothing but losers.

Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick
You try to become famous quickly, but I am calm and steady. I smoke high-quality marijuana and wear expensive diamonds. I make money from my raps and collaborate with my own friends. I travel to exotic places and enjoy sexual intimacy with women. I know you wish you had my success, you pathetic jerk.

This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
This is a message for those who dare to disrespect me, the King of New York. I am not tolerating such behavior and am taking action to stop it. I will throw bleach in your eyes, leaving you blindingly helpless, and then take all that you possess.

Conscious 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
I am aware of your foolishness since 1988, and I have sold more cocaine than Johnson and Johnson, the popular pharmaceutical company. I carry a gun like Charles Bronson, the actor famous for playing vigilantes. If you want to challenge me, you better ask me first.

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing They siblings, nothing but my children One shot they disappearin'
There are no other kings of rap besides me. They are just siblings, or offsprings of my own greatness. One shot from me, and they disappear from the game.

It's 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, fragile, my nine milli Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny And you still recouping, stupid
It's sad how rappers used to be poor and struggling, but after listening to my album Ready to Die, they became rich and successful. However, they have lost their gritty edge and traded it for commercial success. They are now weak and fragile, while my gun scares even white people. That's why I always have money, and you are still trying to recover, you fool.