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Warning

by RACHEAL22K

on The Skull (1993) A Nightmare on Elm Street (2014)

[Verse 1: Racheal22k]
Who the fuck 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 nigga pop from the barber shop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
Slow down love please chill drop the caper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice wit
Smoked the blunts and got nice wit
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 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 nigga
Tell me what you wanna do
Damn, niggas 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, niggas 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 fuckers in a bad prediciment
Where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
You motherfuckers better duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga
Feel the rush scandalous
The 't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
I'm not running, nigga 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 shit 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 & Bullshit
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, fuck bitches 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