Warning
Notorious B.I.G. (Biggie Smalls) 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 nigga, Pop, from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper

Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?

Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
Nah them my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect

I didn't say them, they schooled me to some niggas
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, nigga tell me what you gonna do

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates 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

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, niggas 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 Black Talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas 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 you rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
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, nigga I bust my gun and
Hold on, I hear somebody coming

(C'mon motherfucker) 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 Biggie Smalls 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 "Warning" by Notorious BIG, also known as Biggie Smalls, is a narrative about an intense phone conversation with his friend, Pop, who warns him about a plot to rob or harm him. The song begins with a phone ringing in the early morning, and when Biggie answers it, he finds out that it's Pop calling from a barbershop, telling him about a group of people who want to hurt him. The lyrics then describe how Pop explains to Biggie that some of his old friends from Brownsville have informed him about the plot, and they have turned against him after hearing about his success and the riches he has acquired.


Biggie acknowledges the warning he receives and thanks Pop for informing him. He then proceeds to let his enemies know that he's not to be trifled with and that he's prepared for any challenge that might come his way. He gives a sense of confidence and fearlessness, displaying his willingness to fight back if attacked, as he talks about all his guns and dogs, informing his opponents that they would have to go through him before taking anything he owns.


Overall, the song "Warning" is a gripping story of one man's triumph over adversity and challenging situations. It has become a classic in the world of hip-hop, displaying Biggie's lyrical and storytelling mastery, and is a testament to his legacy in the rap game.


Line by Line Meaning

Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
Who is disturbing me so early in the morning and why?


Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
I'm just waking up and not in the mood for nonsense.


See who's this paging me and why?
Let me check to see who is trying to reach me and find out what they want.


It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop
Oh, it's my friend Pop, who works at the barbershop.


Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Pop just informed me that he overheard a detailed plan against me while he was at the gambling place.


Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
Some guys want to kill me in a dirty and parasitic way.


Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
Relax man, calm down and stop with the foolishness.


Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
Do you remember those guys from the hill in Brownsville?


That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
You used to gamble, smoke marijuana and be friendly with them, right?


Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
Yes, I'm familiar with my friend Fame from Prospect.


Nah them my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect
No, those guys wouldn't be disrespectful to me.


I didn't say them, they schooled me to some niggas
It wasn't Fame and his guys, but someone informed me about some other guys.


That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
You knew them from the past when you were earning small amounts of money.


Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
But now that they heard you're becoming successful quickly, like nitro fuel.


And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
They want to kill you by slowly and painfully slicing your throat.


So, thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you
I appreciate Fame for warning me, so now I'm warning you about the situation.


I got the MAC, nigga tell me what you gonna do
I'm well-prepared with my MAC-10 machine gun, so what action are you going to take?


Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Darn, some people want to rob and kill me for my money and material possessions.


They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
They learned about my expensive Rolex watches and Lexus car.


With the Texas license plates out of state
They're aware that my car has Texas license plates even though we're not in Texas.


They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
They know you've got a lot of drugs in Georgetown.


And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They've also heard that you have influence over many areas in Virginia.


They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
They're even aware that you bought a house for your mother in Florida.


The Fifth Corridor
This must refer to a fancy area in Florida called Fifth Avenue, where his mother's house is located.


Call the coroner!
If anyone tries to attack me, they'll be killed and I'll have to call the coroner to take their corpse away.


There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If someone tries to rob and kill me, they'll be dead and there will be tears and sorrow.


If my burglar alarm starts ringing
If my security system goes off as a warning of an intruder, it's game on.


What ya think all the guns is for?
I've got all these guns and weapons for situations just like this.


All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
This is like being in a state of war, and I've got my guard dogs ready to attack anyone who enters the door uninvited.


And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
I'm giving my dogs gunpowder to eat so they're even more dangerous and can easily defeat intruders.


The criminals trying to drop my decimals
These criminals are attempting to bring down my value, my reputation, my empire.


Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
These people are trying to kill me for my wealth.


And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
This is not a dream, whatever you see is not what it appears to be.


It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Often, it's the ones who hang out with you and take pictures with you who end up betraying you.


Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Now they have decided to take up arms and hunt you down.


Bet ya Biggie won't slip
But I'm not afraid, they'll never catch me off guard.


I got the Calico with the Black Talons loaded in the clip
I'm well-armed and equipped with a Calico gun loaded with Black Talon bullets.


So I can rip through the ligaments
I can easily shred and destroy bodies with these powerful bullets.


Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went
I'll put these guys in a tough situation, where previous traitors have ended up.


Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
If these robbers touch my money, they'll have to feel the power of my gun.


Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck
I'm prepared to shoot, so you better run, duck, or fight.


I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
If I come at you, it will be very violent, bloody, and shocking.


Of his jacket, he had a gun he shoulda packed it
If an attacker comes at me and they don't have a gun, they'll regret it.


Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
My guns are cocked and loaded, and I have additional bullets in my pocket.


So I can reload and explode on you rasshole
This means I can quickly reload my gun and fire bullets at anyone who tries to attack me.


I fuck around and get hardcore
I don't play around or take anything lightly, especially when it comes to my safety.


C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
This means that I'm not interested in having any type of disagreement with anyone, but I'm prepared to blow up someone's door with C-4 explosives if needed as a last resort.


Feel the rough, scandalous
My personality and actions are intense, dirty, and controversial.


The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
The more I smoke marijuana, the more fearless and unpredictable I become.


I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
I don't care about you or your associates.


What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
What will you do if I come after you?


I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun and
I'm not a coward, I'd rather face my attackers head-on and with guns blazing.


Hold on, I hear somebody coming
I hear someone nearby and I am alert and ready to attack.


(C'mon motherfucker) I'm only comin' to pass the gat
I'm only coming with a gun to scare you, not to actually shoot you.


(Just bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on)
Come closer if you dare, but be ready for the consequences.


Are we gettin' close, huh?
Are we close to the place where we plan to fight?


(It's right over here)
Yes, it's right around this corner.


Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
Are you certain we came to the right location, to Biggie's house?


(Yeah I'm sure motherfucker, c'mon!)
Yes, I'm sure, and let's proceed!


Ahh fuck, it better be his motherfuckin' house
Oh no, I really hope this is Biggie's house and not a trap.


Fuck right here
Here we are, let's go inside and settle this.


(Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?
Uh oh, what's the problem or sudden realization?


(What's that red dot on your head man!)
Why is there a red laser dot on your forehead? Is this a trap?


What red dot?
What are you talking about? I don't see any laser dot on me.


Oh shit!
Oh no, this is really bad.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BURT F BACHARACH, HAL DAVID, OSTEN S HARVEY, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE

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@sunilkhosla1979

"There's gonna be lot of slow singing and flower bringing if my burglar alarm starts ringing". One of the best lines ever written.

@BEAZY_5150

“In the Bible it says what goes around comes around, Homo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin'” -50

@JeezWhiz1

And don’t forget: “It’s the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see ya pitcha, now they wanna grab they guns and come and gitcha!’

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No doubt🎉

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