Lyrics Kick in the Door (2005 Remaster).lrc The Notorious B.I.G.
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[ar: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[al: Life After Death (25th Anniversary Super Deluxe Edition)]
[ti: Kick in the Door (2005 Remaster)]
[length: 04:46]
[01:12.28]Biggie
[01:15.80]Uh; uh-uh
[01:17.57]Uh
[01:18.20]This goes out to you
[01:21.04]This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you (Biggie)
[01:26.51]This goes out to you
[01:29.25]
[01:31.91]This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you (Biggie)
[01:36.08]Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
[01:38.30]As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
[01:41.45]Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
[01:43.65]Its that rap phenomenon don-dadda, fuck poppa
[01:46.75]You got ta, call me, francis m.h. white
[01:49.75]In tank-light totes, tote iron
[01:51.88]Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
[01:54.62]Keep extra clips for extra shit
[01:56.52]Who’s next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
[01:59.43]The mo shady, tell em!, Frankie baby
[02:01.78]Ain’t no tellin where I may be
[02:03.33]May see me in d.c. at howard homecomin
[02:06.30]With my man capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin
[02:08.62]You should know my steelo
[02:10.33]Went from ten g’s for blow to thirty g’s a show
[02:12.98]To orgies with hoes I never seen before
[02:15.87]So, jesus, get off the notorious
[02:18.85]Penis, before I squeeze and bust
[02:21.19]If the beef between us, we can settle it
[02:23.33]With the chrome and metal shit
[02:24.77]I make it hot, like a kettle get
[02:26.56]You’re delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
[02:28.85]You still pedal shit, I got more rides than great adventure
[02:32.53]Biggie, how are you gonna do it?
[02:34.16]Do it
[02:34.54]Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
[02:37.30]All you heard was poppa don’t hit me no more
[02:40.06]Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
[02:42.67]All you heard was poppa don’t hit me no more
[02:45.41]Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
[02:48.58]All you heard was poppa don’t hit me no more
[02:51.15]Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
[02:56.31]On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
[02:58.93]Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
[03:01.61]Should I start your breath should I let you die
[03:03.97]In fear you start to cry, ask why
[03:06.49]Lyrically, I’m worser, don’t front the word sick
[03:09.59]You cursed it, but rehearsed it
[03:11.59]I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
[03:13.52]You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money
[03:17.33]Don’t forget the publishin, I punish em, I’m done with them
[03:19.88]Son, I’m surprised you run with them
[03:21.95]I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothin but dicks
[03:25.04]Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
[03:27.80]Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that’s sick
[03:30.49]Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
[03:32.12]Take trips to cairo, layin with yo bitch
[03:36.18]I know you prayin you was rich, fuckin prick
[03:38.25]When I see ya I’ma
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[04:00.32]This goes out for those that choose to use
[04:02.61]Disrespectful views on the king of NY
[04:05.02]Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
[04:07.69]Now ya braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin it
[04:10.57]Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
[04:13.45]Sold more powder than johnson and johnson
[04:15.94]Tote steel like bronson, vigilante
[04:18.61]You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
[04:21.15]Ain’t no other king in this rap thing
[04:23.30]They siblings, nothing but my chil’ren
[04:25.28]One shot, they disappearin
[04:27.26]Its ill when, MC’s used to be on cruddy shit
[04:29.29]Took home, ready to die, listened, studied shit
[04:31.74]Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
[04:34.59]They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
[04:37.02]Make the white shake, thats why my money never funny
[04:39.95]And you still recoupin, stupid (stupid, stupid, stupid)
[04:43.01]Year of Release: 1997