Warning
The Notorious B.I.G. 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 Notorious B.I.G.'s song "Warning" tells the story of Biggie receiving a warning from his friend, Fame, about a group of people trying to rob him. The song's lyrics describe Biggie's response to the threat, claiming that he is prepared to defend himself with a gun and his own wit. Throughout the song, Biggie emphasizes that he is prepared for any danger that may come his way, as evidenced by his reference to his "all-purpose war." This line shows that Biggie is taking a proactive approach to protect himself from those who might seek to hurt him, both physically and financially, as he acknowledges that people are after his money and possessions.


The song also shows the harsh reality of Biggie's life as a rapper in a world where violence and robbery are common occurrences. The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper," a reference to the fact that people are willing to harm him for his wealth. The song ends on a cliffhanger as Biggie and his visitor realize they are being watched and targeted with a red dot. This dramatic ending emphasizes the constant danger that Biggie lived with as a public figure and speaks to the idea that no one, not even the famous, are safe from the violence of the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
I received a page from an unknown caller very early in the morning and I am wondering who could be paging me and why.


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?
I am waking up from my sleep in the early morning and feeling tired. I am trying to figure out why my friend Pop is paging me so early in the morning.


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
My friend Pop called me to inform me he was at the gambling spot and overheard some people plotting to rob me. In response, I am telling my friend to calm down and not to worry.


Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
Do you recall those guys from Brownsville that we used to hang out with, play dice with, and smoke blunts with?


Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect Nah them my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect
I was referring to my friend Fame from Prospect whom I trust and not the guys from Brownsville.


I didn't say them, they schooled me to some niggas That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
I was informed by Brownsville guys about some people you used to deal with in your past when you were making less money.


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
They realize that you have become successful and wealthy, and they want to harm you because of it. I am thanking my friend for warning me and now I am warning you. Don't worry, I have a gun and I am ready to protect myself.


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 am frustrated that people are targeting me because of 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
People are envious of my wealth and spread rumors about my possessions, such as my Rolex watch and my Lexus car with a Texas license plate, and the amount of drugs I have and the houses I own.


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
If someone tries to rob me, I am ready to fight back and protect myself. I have dogs by the door and I feed them gunpowder to make them attack. If someone tries to steal my money or merchandise, it means war.


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
People that I trust can be the ones who try to harm me the most. They envy me and want to take my money or possessions, so I need to be careful who I associate with.


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 am confident that I am not going to let anyone rob me or harm me. I have a powerful gun and great aim. Anyone who tries to attack me should be prepared to face the consequences.


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
I am ready to use lethal force if someone tries to harm me. I am dangerous, and if someone messes with me, they should be prepared to face the consequences.


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?
The more marijuana I smoke, the more aggressive and dangerous I become. I don't care about people who try to harm me or their friends. If they come after me, I will fight back.


I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody coming
I am not going to run away from any problems. I am carrying my gun and waiting to see what happens next.


(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!
Two people are approaching my house with guns, but I am not afraid. They seem nervous, and they mistakenly thought that someone marked them with a red dot, but it turned out to be a hallucination caused by their anxiety.




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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@frankwhite8178

Top 10 Greatest MCs of All-Time
1. The Notorious B.I.G.
2. Christopher Wallace
3. Frank White
4. Big Poppa
5. Biggie Smalls
6. King of New York
7. Notorious Big
8. Christopher George Latore Wallace
9. Biggie
10. Francis MH White



All comments from YouTube:

@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!’

@synethialyons2212

No doubt🎉

@carldekker7508

i mean it's biggie so we can't be surprised

@eddievenuto1862

All his lines are epic

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@anbs1682

Biggie had amazing skills: breath control, flow, story telling, bars, riding on the beat, etc etc etc.

@lraoux

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@josemascorro2499

Everything on display on this 1

@willsmith6291

💯💯💯💯

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