The Notorious B.I.G. – Warning (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Date 2022-03-10

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

Throwback to the “Warning” song by the late, legendary East Coast rapper, The Notorious B.I.G. The song was produced by Easy Mo Bee. Watch the music video, listen, read the lyrics, stream, buy, mp3 download.

The Notorious B.i.g. Warning

The Notorious B.i.g. Warning

Many have tried to imitate him, and replicate his style but there’s only one B.I.G. He remains one of the greatest rappers to ever touch the mic, if not the greatest, and that’s largely off of the strength of his debut album, Ready To Die. The 1994 release was the only album that he dropped during his lifetime, as Life After Death came a few weeks after his death on March 9th, 1997.

Today marks 25-years since the rapper’s passing and the limited catalog from the Brooklyn-bred MC proved to be nothing short of timeless. “Warning” showcased Big’s mastery in his cinematic pen, painting a picture of a top dog with money on his head. The wake-up call from Pop from the barbershop at 5:46 in the morning leads to the unfolding of a ploy to rob Biggie Smalls due to his growing profile. War-ready, Biggie prepares with Rottweilers at the door and guns drawn as they come for his head.

From Biggie’s rhyme structure, to his conversational approach to the record, “Warning” remains an exceptional reminder of the legacy he left in hip-hop within a short time.

The Notorious B.I.G. – Warning (prod. Easy Mo Bee)

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[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop]
Who the fuck is this, pagin’ me at 5:46 in the morning?
Crack of dawn and now I’m yawnin’
Wipe the cold out my eye
See who’s this pagin’ 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 clockin’ minor figures
Now they heard you’re blowin’ up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin’ me, ’cause now I’m warnin’ 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

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop]
They heard about the Rolexes 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 singin’ and flower-bringin’
If my burglar alarm starts ringin’
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 tryin’ 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 your asshole
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 come for you?
I’m not runnin’, nigga, I bust my gun and
Hold on, I hear somebody comin’

C’mon, motherfucker
Man, I’m comin’ as fast as I can
Just g— bring your motherfuckin’ ass on, come on
Are we gettin’ close, huh?
It’s right over here
You sure it’s Biggie Smalls crib, man?
Yeah, I’m sure, motherfucker, come on
Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin’ house
Fuck, right here
Tsk, 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
Oh shit!

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