The Warning
TMFSE & G.R.I.E.F.78 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 the verses of "The Warning," TMFSE and G.R.I.E.F.78 offer a vivid account of a warning from a friend that his life may be in danger. The song opens with a phone call from the friend informing the rapper that he has learned of a plan to harm him. The friend provides details of the plan and the people involved. The lyrics are an unfiltered illustration of the harsh realities of street life, and the dangers that come with success. Throughout the song, there is a sense of dread and an ominous feeling that the friend's warning may be true. In the second verse, the rapper explains how the people plotting against him have heard about his wealth and success, including the cars he drives, the place he lives, and the money he has. He is prepared to defend himself and is warning the people who want to harm him that he has the firepower to defend himself.
One interesting fact about "The Warning" is that it is one of the only songs released by The Notorious B.I.G. during his lifetime that is a full collaboration with other rappers. Additionally, the song was produced by Easy Mo Bee, who also collaborated with legendary rappers such as Tupac Shakur and Miles Davis. Also, "The Warning" includes samples of Michael Jackson's "Human Nature" and EPMD's "You're a Customer." The song was rumored to be a diss track directed at Tupac Shakur, who had beef with The Notorious B.I.G. throughout the 1990s. The track was never released as a single or appeared on any album, but it is still a classic among fans of 1990s hip-hop. The music video for the song was released in 2009, long after The Notorious B.I.G.'s death, and features footage from his life and concerts.
Chords: Unfortunately, as "The Warning" is a rap song, there are no known chords.
Line by Line Meaning
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
At the crack of dawn, someone is trying to reach me, and I do not recognize the number. This concerns me.
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
I am barely awake and still rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
See who's this paging me and why?
I am curious to see who is calling me at this ungodly hour and what they want.
It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop
Upon answering the phone, I discover it is a trusted friend from the barbershop.
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
My friend tells me that he overheard a complex scheme while at the gambling establishment.
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
There are men with malicious intent who are planning an attack on me.
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
I implore my friend to remain calm and stop worrying because I am capable of handling the situation.
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
The individuals planning the attack are aware that I am becoming successful and believe that they can benefit from taking me down.
So thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you
I express gratitude to my friend for alerting me to the dangerous plot against me and confirm that I am now putting him on notice.
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
The attackers are primarily interested in stealing my money and will use any means necessary to do so.
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
They learned about my valuable possessions, including the expensive watch and luxury vehicle I own.
What ya think all the guns is for?
I admit that I am armed and prepared to defend myself and my wealth.
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seems
This is not a mere illusion or a figment of my imagination. The situation is real and requires action.
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
The individuals who may attempt to harm me are those who have shared drugs with me and are familiar with my lifestyle.
Bet ya Biggie won't slip
I boast that I will not be caught off guard or become a victim of the plot against me.
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
If I am attacked, I will fight back with force, leaving my attackers injured or worse.
C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
I am willing to resort to violent measures such as planting explosives at the attackers' location, hoping to end the disagreement without further trouble.
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
Smoking marijuana only serves to embolden me, making me even more of a force to be reckoned with.
I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun and
I am not afraid to stand my ground and fight back; I will shoot at my attackers without hesitation.
Hold on, I hear somebody coming
The sound of someone approaching has me on high alert and ready to defend myself.
Are we gettin' close, huh?
I am impatient to arrive at my destination and deal with the situation at hand.
It's right over here
The location we have been searching for is nearby.
This better be this motherfucker's house
I am growing more and more agitated and expect to find the correct location soon.
You got a red dot on your head too!
My friend and I both suddenly realize that we are at risk of being shot, as red laser pointers are aimed at our heads.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BURT F BACHARACH, HAL DAVID, OSTEN S HARVEY, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
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