Lyrics Kick in the Door (2014 Remaster).lrc The Notorious B.I.G.
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[ar: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[al: Life After Death]
[ti: Kick in the Door (2014 Remaster)]
[length: 04:46]
[00:03.09]Welcome back, we’re here on Bad Boy Television
[00:04.87]And I’m Trevin Jones and I’ve been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he’s very mad
[00:10.29]We’re gonna try to find out why, so we’ll take some questions at this point from our studio audience
[00:14.54]Yes ma’am, please stand and state your name and where you’re from
[00:17.80]Hi, my name is Shay, and I’m from New Rochelle
[00:20.51]And I just don’t understand; why you so mad?
[00:24.19]Like, what are you so mad about?
[00:25.51]Yo, yo, yo-yo, y’know, yo you wanna know why?
[00:26.82]Yo first of all, you can’t be askin’ me no question, you know what I’m sayin’?
[00:29.00]Who the fuck is you? You know what I’m sayin’? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper)
[00:30.43]You can’t be askin’ me no question (It’s a family oriented show)
[00:31.45]I’ma tell you why I’m mad, you know what I’m sayin’?
[00:32.61]I’ma tell you why I’m mad, I’ma tell you why I’m mad
[00:35.02]These niggas is makin’ five hundred thousand dollar videos, you know sayin?
[00:37.72]They drivin’ around in hot cars, you know I’m sayin?
[00:39.75]They got bitches, they got all that shit (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language)
[00:41.52]You know what I’m sayin’? I’m still livin’ with my moms, you know what I’m sayin’?
[00:43.46]That’s my word, You know I’m s-?
[00:44.90]I’m makin’ records, I ain’t made no money yet I done made-
[00:46.79]This is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album
[00:50.25]I ain’t made a dime yet
[00:51.48]This nigga made one album, he makin’ wild records
[00:53.89]That “Ready to Die” shit, it was aight, it was aight
[00:55.55]You know I’m sayin’, that shit was aight, it was cool
[00:56.84]But my shit is J-more John Blaze than that
[00:58.94]I got John Blaze shit and they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin’
[01:02.14]”I recognize” And fuck is that, who is you to be askin’ me questions
[01:04.74]You know what I’m sayin’? Who is you?
[01:06.28]I gots to talk
[01:06.94]I gotta tell what I feel
[01:08.71]I gotta talk about my life as I see it
[01:13.27]Biggie
[01:15.31]
[01:18.02]This goes out to you
[01:20.62]This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
[01:26.24]This goes out to you
[01:28.56]This goes out to you
[01:31.07]This goes out to you, and you, and you
[01:34.69]Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
[01:37.38]As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
[01:40.42]Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan
[01:42.62]It’s that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa
[01:45.98]You got to call me Francis M.H
[01:48.48]White, intake light tokes, tote iron
[01:50.90]Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin’
[01:53.40]Keep extra clips for extra shit, who’s next to
[01:56.26]Flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
[01:58.43]The most shady, (Tell ’em!) Frankie baby
[02:00.66]Ain’t no telling where
[02:02.32]I may be, may see me in D.C
[02:04.15]At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing
[02:06.85]Fucking something, you should know my steelo
[02:09.39]Went from ten Gs for blow to 30 Gs a show
[02:12.17]To orgies with hoes I never seen before
[02:14.76]So, Jesus, get off the Notorious’
[02:17.97]Penis before I squeeze and bust
[02:20.06]If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome
[02:22.82]And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get
[02:25.31]You’re delicate, you better get – who sent ya?
[02:27.85]You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
[02:30.84]Biggie (How are you gonna do it?)
[02:33.68]Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[02:36.25]All you heard was Poppa don’t hit me no more
[02:38.89]Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[02:41.52]All you heard was Poppa don’t hit me no more
[02:44.18]Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[02:46.73]All you heard was Poppa don’t hit me no more (Biggie)
[02:49.68]Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
[02:52.35]All you heard was Poppa don’t hit me no more
[02:54.53]On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
[02:57.27]Look how dark it get when you’re marked for death
[02:59.87]Should I start your breath or should I let you die
[03:02.45]In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically
[03:05.46]I’m worshiped, don’t front, the word sick
[03:07.86]You cursed it, but rehearsed it
[03:09.95]I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get
[03:13.06]Stuck quickly for royalties and show money
[03:15.82]Don’t forget the publishing, I punish ’em, I’m done with them
[03:18.89]Son, I’m surprised you run with them, I think they got
[03:21.53]Cum in them ’cause they nothing but dicks
[03:23.85]Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
[03:26.44]Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that’s sick
[03:29.18]Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
[03:31.93]Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
[03:34.32]I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I’ma
[03:37.64]Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
[03:40.30]All you heard was Poppa don’t hit me no more (Uh, uh, uh)
[03:42.88]Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[03:45.47]All you heard was Poppa don’t hit me no more
[03:48.02]Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[03:50.83]All you heard was Poppa don’t hit me no more (Biggie)
[03:53.32]Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[03:56.11]All you heard was Poppa don’t hit me no more
[03:58.69]This goes out for those that choose to use
[04:01.21]Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
[04:03.73]Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
[04:06.47]Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I’m scaling it
[04:09.55]Conscious of ya nonsense, in ’88
[04:12.12]Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
[04:14.72]Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante
[04:17.18]You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
[04:19.89]Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings
[04:22.70]Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing
[04:25.63]It’s ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit
[04:28.17]Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
[04:30.86]Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
[04:33.59]They light weight, fragili, my nine milli
[04:36.02]Make the whites shake, that’s why my money never funny
[04:38.68]And you still recouping, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid
[04:44.38]Year of Release: 1997