The Warning
Mr. Criminal Lyrics


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Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
In the morning, crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this paging me and why?
It's my BLEEP , Pop, from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Of BLEEP wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them BLEEP from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
Yeah my BLEEP Fame up in Prospect
Nah them my BLEEP nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them, they schooled me to some BLEEP
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you
I got the MAC, BLEEP tell me what you gonna do
Damn, BLEEP wanna stick me for my paper

They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license plate out of state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And 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
Frank, call the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, BLEEP wanna stick me for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Bet ya Biggie won't slip
I got the Calico with the Talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul BLEEP went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode on your asshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door, no beef no more BLEEP
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not running, BLEEP I bust my gun and
Hold on, I hear somebody coming
I'm only comin' to pass the gat
(Just bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on)
Are we gettin' close, huh?
(It's right over here)
Are you sure this MC Large's crib man?
(Yeah I'm sure motherfucker, c'mon!)
Ahh fuck, it better be his motherfuckin' house
Fuck right here
This better be this motherfucker's house
(Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?
(What's that red dot on your head man!)
What red dot?
Oh shit!




You got a red dot on your head too!
Ohh shit!

Overall Meaning

The song "The Warning" by Mr. Criminal is a rap classic that tells a cautionary tale of the dangers of being too successful too quickly. The lyrics describe a phone conversation with a friend who warns the rapper of a plot against him by former associates who are jealous of his success. The friend informs the rapper that these associates want to "stick him" and rob him of his wealth. The lyrics describe the friend's advice to be more cautious and prepared to defend oneself.


The song's meaning revolves around the theme of betrayal and the danger that success attracts. The details in the lyrics like the Rolex watches, the Lexus with the Texas license plate, the pounds of marijuana, the new home for the rapper's mother in Florida all represent the success that the rapper has achieved. However, this success has also made him a target for those who are envious of his wealth. The friend's warning is a reminder that success comes with its own set of risks and precautions must be taken to prevent its loss.


Line by Line Meaning

Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
Mr Criminal is being paged very early in the morning and is surprised by it.


In the morning, crack of dawn and
The time is very early in the morning.


Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
Mr Criminal is tired and trying to wake up.


See who's this paging me and why?
Mr Criminal is curious about who is paging him so early in the morning.


It's my BLEEP , Pop, from the barbershop
Mr Criminal's friend is calling him from the barbershop.


Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Mr Criminal's friend was at a gambling spot where he overheard someone talking about a plan to harm Mr Criminal.


Of BLEEP wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
Someone wants to harm Mr Criminal and cause him trouble.


Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
Mr Criminal wants his friend to calm down and stop the foolishness.


Remember them BLEEP from the hill up in Brownsville
Mr Criminal is reminding his friend of some people they used to spend time with.


That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
They used to gamble and smoke marijuana with those people.


Yeah my BLEEP Fame up in Prospect
Mr Criminal knows his friend Fame from Prospect.


Nah them my BLEEP nah love wouldn't disrespect
Mr Criminal is saying that his friends wouldn't want to disrespect him.


I didn't say them, they schooled me to some BLEEP
Mr Criminal's friend heard bad things about someone from other friends, not from Fame.


That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Mr Criminal knew the bad people when he wasn't very successful.


Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
Mr Criminal is becoming more successful and those bad people want to hurt him more.


And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
They want to harm Mr Criminal really badly.


So, thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you
Mr Criminal thanks Fame for telling him about the bad people and is now warning his friend about them.


I got the MAC, BLEEP tell me what you gonna do
Mr Criminal is armed and ready to protect himself.


Damn, BLEEP wanna stick me for my paper
Someone wants to harm Mr Criminal to take his money.


They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
People heard about Mr Criminal's expensive possessions.


With the Texas license plate out of state
Mr Criminal's car has a Texas license plate even though they are in a different state.


They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
People heard that Mr Criminal has a lot of marijuana in Georgetown.


And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
People think that Mr Criminal has control over half of Virginia.


They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
People know that Mr Criminal bought a house in Florida for his mother.


The Fifth Corridor
This line is unclear in its true meaning.


Frank, call the coroner!
Mr Criminal is asking Frank to call the coroner because someone might get hurt.


There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If someone gets hurt, there will be a lot of mourning and grieving.


If my burglar alarm starts ringing
Mr Criminal's alarm system could go off if someone tries to break in.


What ya think all the guns is for?
Mr Criminal has guns to protect himself from harm.


All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
Mr Criminal is prepared for any kind of attack and has Rottweilers guarding his door.


And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
Mr Criminal is violent and has trained his dogs to be violent too.


The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Mr Criminal is scared someone might harm his business or money.


Damn, BLEEP wanna stick me for my cream
People want to harm Mr Criminal to take his money.


And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
The situation is very serious and sometimes things aren't as they appear.


It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Even close friends can turn on you and use that closeness to hurt you.


Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Those same friends now want to harm Mr Criminal.


Bet ya Biggie won't slip
Mr Criminal is confident that he won't fall for a trap.


I got the Calico with the Talons loaded in the clip
Mr Criminal is armed and prepared to defend himself.


So I can rip through the ligaments
Mr Criminal is prepared to cause physical harm to his attackers.


Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul BLEEP went
Mr Criminal is planning to put his attackers in a very bad situation.


Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Mr Criminal is saying that he will use his gun to protect his money.


Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck
Mr Criminal is warning his attackers to duck if he shoots at them.


I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Mr Criminal is violent and is saying that his attackers will be hurt or killed violently.


Of his jacket, he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Mr Criminal is saying that if someone is carrying a gun, they should be prepared to use it.


Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
Mr Criminal is ready to shoot with his gun fully loaded.


So I can reload and explode on your asshole
Mr Criminal is saying that he will shoot his attackers with all his ammunition.


I fuck around and get hardcore
Mr Criminal is violent and wants to hurt his attackers really badly.


C-4 to your door, no beef no more BLEEP
Mr Criminal is willing to go to extreme measures to stop his attackers.


Feel the rough, scandalous
Mr Criminal is warning his attackers that he is violent and dangerous.


The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
Mr Criminal is saying that he becomes more dangerous the more weed he smokes.


I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
Mr Criminal doesn't care about his attackers or their friends.


What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
Mr Criminal is saying that he is violent and dangerous and will attack his attackers.


I'm not running, BLEEP I bust my gun and
Mr Criminal is saying he is not running away and will use his gun to protect himself.


Hold on, I hear somebody coming
Mr Criminal hears someone approaching him.


I'm only comin' to pass the gat
Mr Criminal is saying that he is not there to start a fight, but to protect himself.


(Just bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on)
Someone is taunting Mr Criminal and asking him to come out and fight.


Are we gettin' close, huh?
Mr Criminal is getting closer to his attackers.


(It's right over here)
Someone is telling Mr Criminal that his target is close.


Are you sure this MC Large's crib man?
Mr Criminal is asking if they are at the right place.


(Yeah I'm sure motherfucker, c'mon!)
Someone is urging Mr Criminal to come and attack their target.


Ahh fuck, it better be his motherfuckin' house
Mr Criminal is frustrated and hoping that they are at the right place.


Fuck right here
This line is unclear in its true meaning.


(Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?
Mr Criminal is alarmed and asking what is happening.


(What's that red dot on your head man!)
Someone is warning Mr Criminal that there is a red dot on his head, possibly from an aimed gun.


What red dot?
Mr Criminal is confused and doesn't see any red dot.


Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head too!
Mr Criminal realizes that he and his friend are being targeted by someone with a gun.




Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, BMG Rights Management
Written by: Burt Bacharach, Christopher Wallace, Hal David, Osten Harvey

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