Warning
Saf-one Lyrics
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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!
In Saf-one's song, Warning, the lyrics describe a phone call from an old friend warning him of a plot to rob him, as he has become successful and wealthy. The song paints the picture of the danger and paranoia that comes with success and the need to protect oneself from those who may wish to harm them for their wealth. The opening lines of the song set the scene early in the morning, adding to the overall feeling of vulnerability and surprise that comes with this kind of warning. As the song progresses, the anxiety and fear become more pronounced, particularly in the use of gun imagery such as "loaded in the clip" and "C-4 to your door."
The lyrics also explore the complexities of friendship, particularly in the line "It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture, now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya." This highlights the idea that even those closest to a successful person may turn on them out of jealousy or greed, and the importance of being able to trust and rely on only a select few.
Overall, the song warning is a powerful exploration of the dangers that come with success, particularly for Black and Minority Ethnic communities, where success can come with increased risk.
Line by Line Meaning
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
I'm questioning the identity of the person calling me at such an early hour
In the morning, crack of dawn and
It's really early in the morning
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
I'm still trying to wake up
See who's this paging me and why?
I'm curious to know who this caller is and what they want
It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop
The caller is a friend who works at a barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
The caller overheard some people scheming against me at a gambling event
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
Some people want to harm me
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
I want my friend to calm down and explain the situation
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
I'm referencing some people from my past
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
I'm asking if my friend remembers the people I used to hang out with
Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
I confirm the identity of a person my friend mentioned
Nah them my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect
I don't think my old friends would want to harm me
I didn't say them, they schooled me to some niggas
My old friends gave me a heads up about some other people who want to harm me
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
These new people are from my past, when I used to make less money
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
These people know I'm making a lot of money now
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
These people want to physically harm me
So, thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you
I'm grateful for the warning and now warning my friend
I got the MAC, nigga tell me what you gonna do
I'm ready to defend myself with my weapon
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
People want to rob me for my money
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
These people know about my expensive possessions
With the Texas license plates out of state
They know I'm from Texas but in a different state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
These people know about my drugs stash in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
These people know about my drug operation in Virginia
They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
These people know that I bought a house for my mother in Florida
The Fifth Corridor
This is a reference to a dangerous area in Brooklyn
Call the coroner!
I'm warning that someone will be killed
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
People will be mourning someone's death
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
My security system will alert me if someone breaks in
What ya think all the guns is for?
I have guns to protect myself
All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
I'm prepared for any potential conflict and have guard dogs
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
I'm training my dogs to become more aggressive and intimidating
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
People trying to decrease my net worth
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
People want to rob me of my money
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
This is not just a figment of my imagination, things are serious
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
The ones who you've hung out with before are the ones who might turn on you
Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
These people now want to cause me harm
Bet ya Biggie won't slip
I'm confident in my ability to defend myself
I got the Calico with the Black Talons loaded in the clip
I have a high-caliber weapon to defend myself with
So I can rip through the ligaments
I can use my gun to injure or kill my attackers
Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went
I want to put these criminals in a dangerous situation where they will regret what they've done
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
If anyone tries to take my money, they will also face my gun
Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck
I'm warning these criminals to get out of the way
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
I will cause harm and leave a deadly aftermath
Of his jacket, he had a gun he shoulda packed it
If someone tries to harm me and they don't have a gun, they will regret it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
I'm ready to defend myself with my weapon and even have spare ammunition
So I can reload and explode on you rasshole
I can quickly reload my weapon and attack my attackers
I fuck around and get hardcore
I'm feeling brutally savage and ruthless
C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
I'm threatening to use explosives to end any issues
Feel the rough, scandalous
I'm dangerous and unpredictable
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I'm getting more aggressive as I smoke more weed
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
I have no care or concern for these criminals
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm threatening these people and asking how they will react
I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun and
I'm not going to flee, I'm prepared to defend myself with my gun
Hold on, I hear somebody coming
I realize someone might be approaching
(C'mon motherfucker) I'm only comin' to pass the gat
I'm warning the person approaching me that I'm holding a gun
(Just bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on)
I'm challenging the attacker to come closer
Are we gettin' close, huh?
I'm asking if the attacker is getting closer
(It's right over here)
I'm giving directions to my location
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
The attacker asks if they're at the right location
(Yeah I'm sure motherfucker, c'mon!)
I confirm that this is my house and challenge the attacker to come closer
Ahh fuck, it better be his motherfuckin' house
The attacker is getting nervous
Fuck right here
The attacker is confirming they've reached the right spot
(Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?
The attacker notices something alarming
(What's that red dot on your head man!)
The attacker sees the red dot of a laser sight on their head
What red dot?
The attacker is in confusion
Oh shit!
The attacker is realizing they're in danger
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, 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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