ฟังเพลงKick in the Door (2008 Remaster) (Explicit) (2008 Remaster|Explicit)

Welcome back

We're here on

Bad Boy television and

I'm Trevin

JonesAnd 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

RochelleAnd

I just don't understand why you so mad

Like what are you so mad about

You wanna know why yo first of all yo first of all you can't

Be askin' me no question kno' what

I'm sayin' who the f**k is you

You kno' what

I'm sayin'

You can't be askin' me no question

I'ma tell you why

I'm mad you kno' what

I'm sayin'

I'ma tell you why

I'm mad I'ma tell you why

I'm madThese n***az is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos

You know you sayin' they drivin' around in hot cars

Yuu know you sayin' they got *****es they got all that s**t

You kno' what

I'm sayin'

I'm still livin' with my moms

You kno' what

I'm sayin' that's my word

You know you saying

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 n***a made one album he makin' wild records

That Ready to

Die s**t it was aight it was aight

You know I'm sayin' that s**t was aight it was cool

But my s**t is more

John Blaze than that

I got John

Blaze s**t

And they not recognizing they not sayin'

I recognize

And f**k is that who is you to be askin' me questions

You kno' what

I'm sayin' who is you

I gots to talk

I gotta tell what

I feelI gotta talk about my life as

I see itThis goes out to you

This goes out to you and you and you and you

This goes out to you

This goes out to you

This goes out to you and you and you and you

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns

As I crush so-called willies thugs and rapper-dons

Get in that a*s quick fast like ramadan

It's that rap phenomenon

Don-Dadda f**k

PoppaYou got ta call me

Francis M

H WhiteIn tank-light totes tote iron

Was told in shootouts stay low and keep firin'

Keep extra clips for extra s**t

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 beMay see me in

D C at Howard

Homecomin'

With my man

Capone dumbin f**kin' somethin'

You should know my steelo

Went from ten

G's for blow to thirty

G's a show

To orgies with h*es

I never seen befo'

So Jesus get off the

Notoriousp***s before

I squeeze and bust

If the beef between us we can settle it

With the chrome and metal s**t

I make it hot like a kettle get

You're delicate you better get who sent ya

You still pedal s**t

I got more rides than

Great Adventure

Biggie How are you gonna do it

Kick in the door wavin' the four-four

All you heard was

Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door wavin' the four-four

All you heard was

Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door wavin' the four-four

All you heard was

Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door wavin' the four-four

All you heard was

Poppa don't hit me no more

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 or should

I let you die

In fear you start to cry ask why

Lyrically

I'm worshipped don't front the word sick

You cursed it but rehearsed it

I drop unexpectedly like bird s**t

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 cum in them 'cuz 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 f**kin' prick

When I see ya

I'maKick in the door wavin' the four-four

All you heard was

Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door wavin' the four-four

All you heard was

Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door wavin' the four-four

All you heard was

Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door wavin' the four-four

All you heard was

Poppa don't hit me no more

This goes out for those that choose to use

Disrespectful views on the

King of NY

F**k that why try throw bleach in your eye

Now ya Braille in it stash that light s**t or scalin' it

Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight

Sold more powder than

Johnson and

JohnsonTote 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'

It's ill when

MC's used to be on cruddy s**t

Took home

Ready to Die listened studied s**t

Now they on some money s**t successful out the blue

They light weight fragilly my nine milly

Make the white shake that's why my money never funny

And you still recoupin' stupid