The Warning
PreEmptive Strike 0.1 Lyrics

Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
Who could be calling me this early in the morning, seriously?

In the morning, crack of dawn and Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
It's the beginning of the day and I'm still tired and groggy.

See who's this paging me and why?
Let me check who's calling me and find out why they're calling so early.

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
It's my friend Pop from the barbershop. He warned me about some people who want to hurt me. Calm down, let's not jump to conclusions.

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
Do you remember those guys from Brownsville that we used to hang out with? Well, they told me about some other people you used to know a long time ago who now want to hurt you because you're successful. Thanks to Fame for warning me, now I'm warning you. I'm armed and ready, what's your plan?

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
I can't believe these guys want to rob me for my money!

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
These guys know everything about me, my cars, my properties, and my money. I have protection and I'm ready to defend myself. Anyone who tries to harm me will be sorry.

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
These guys are willing to attack me for my money. Don't be fooled, some of the people who seem to be my friends are my enemies. But don't worry, I'm ready to fight back with my powerful weapon and I won't hesitate to use it.

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 gonna be the one who takes the hit. I'm ready to fight back with every weapon I have. I don't care about you, your crew, or your beef. I'm dangerous and I won't back down.

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!
I won't run away, I'll fight! Wait, I hear someone coming. (Come on, I'm here to pass you the gun) Are we close yet? (It's right over here) Are you sure this is Biggie Smalls' house? (Yes, let's go!) Oh no, this better be his house. (What's wrong? You have a red dot on your head!) What red dot? Oh no! You have one on your head too! Oh shit!