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"Kick In The Door"
Welcome back. *audience applauds* We're here on Bad Boy television, and I'm
Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper.
And quite frankly -- he's very mad. We're gonna TRY to find out why; so we'll
take some questions at this point from our studio audience.
Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name, and where you're from.
Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle and, I just don't understand, why you so mad.
(yo, yo) Like what are you so mad about? (yo, yo, y-y-yo)
You wanna know why, yo first of all, yo first of all you can't
be askin me no question knowhatI'msayin who the *** is you?
You can't be askin me no question (It's a family oriented show.)
I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatI'msayin? I'ma tell you why
I'm mad. I'ma tell you why I'm mad. These *** is makin five
hundred thousand dollar videos, yunusayin? They drivin around in
hot cars, yunusayin? They got ***, they got all that ***.
(Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language.)
YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm still livin with my MOMS, youknowhatI'msayin?
That's my word. Yunusayin? I'm makin records I ain't made no money
yet I done made this is my fourth album yo, this my FOURTH ALBUM.
I ain't made a dime yet. This *** made one album, he makin wild
records. That Ready to Die ***, it was aight, it was aight,
yunumsayin, that *** was aight, it was cool. But my *** is
more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze ***. And they not
recognizing, they not sayin I recognize. And *** is that, who
is you to be askin me questions, youknowhatI'msayin? Who is you?
[Mad Rapper fades out]
[cut and scratched "I gots to talk. I gotta tell what I feel.
I gotta talk about my life as I see it!"]
[Intro: repeat 2X ('Biggie' repeats every line of beat)]
This goes out to you This goes out to you, and you, and you, and
you
[Verse One:]
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called ***, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ***, quick fast, like ramadan Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, *** Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White in tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra *** Who's next to flip, on that cat with that
grip on rap The mo shady, "Tell em!", Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin where I may be May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin
with my man Capone, dumbin, *** somethin You should know my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
to *** with hoes I never seen befo' so, Jesus, get off the Notorious
***, before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal *** I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal ***, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[Verse Two:]
On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it get, when ya marked with
death Should I start your breath should I let you
die In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird ***
You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishin, I punish em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them I think they got *** in them, cause they,
nothin but dicks Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
Take trips to Cairo, layin with yo *** I know you prayin you was rich, *** prick
When I see ya I'ma
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the King of NY
*** that, why try, throw bleach in your eye Now ya Braille in it, stash that light ***,
or scalin it Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren One shot, they disappearin
Its ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy *** Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied
*** Now they on some money ***, successful out
the blue They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
make the white shake, thats why my money never funny
And you still recoupin, stupid [echoes]