Racheal22k - Warning lyrics

[Verse 1: Racheal22k] Who the f** is this? Paging me at 5:46 in the morning crack a dawning Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this paging me and why It's my n***a pop from the barber shop Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot Some n***as wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour Slow down love please chill drop the caper Remember them n***as from the hill up in Brownsville That you rolled dice wit Smoked the blunts and got nice wit Yeah, my n***a fame up in prospect Nah, them my n***as nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say them, They schooled me to some n***as That you knew from back when When you was clocking minor figures Now they heard you blowing up like nitro Know they wanna stick the knife Through your windpipe slow So thank Fame for warning me now I'm warning you You got the mac n***a Tell me what you wanna do Damn, n***as wanna stick me for my papers They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus With the Texas license plate outta state They heard about the pounds You got down in Georgetown Now 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 alot of slow singing And flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing What you think all the guns is for? All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door And I feed em gun powder so they can devour The criminals tryna to drop my decimals Damn, n***as wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream things ain't always what it seems It's the ones that smoke blunts with you See your picture, now they wanna Grab they guns and come and get you Bethca 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 f**ers in a bad prediciment Where all the foul n***as went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck with what I had you with You motherf**ers better duck I bring pain, blood stains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it co*ked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode down ya ra**hole I f** around and get hardcore C4 to ya door no beef no more n***a Feel the rush scandalous The 't give a f** about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you I'm not running, n***a I bust my gun in Hold on I hear somebody coming [Verse 2: Microsoft Zira Desktop] You know I'm meana than a misdemeanor, try and sock me I drop bombs harder than Hiroshima and Nagasaki Ima crazy dude in a Martin Scorsese mood I'll choke you with the laced they used from your baby shoes Go home, write some sh** that matters, learn and listen Everyone agrees you lost this battle like it's terms and conditions Acting like Marky Mark being foolish Because all you wanna do is Party & Bullsh** First they laugh then they copy Saying Rap is a hobby Too afraid to grip the shottie, or bust a cap on somebody Get more money than John Gotti, f** b**hes that's me Cause I stay hungry, that's the difference and why I succeed You're not authenic, you're kinetic like a muppet, step to me, I'm real dangerous I keep it '100', Wilt Chamberlain You lie like a truant, you hard to find That's why the eyes are more useless, when the heart is blind