The Warning

This, this, this, this is the warning (I warned you, baby)
This, this, this, this is the warning
This, this, this, this is the warning (I warned you, baby)
This, this, this, this is the warning

Back of the liquor store, 'bout to blaze this joint
Got some dice in my hand, my man says 6 is your point
Trying to hit the hallway so I can break like Steve Miller
Take the money then I run, son
I'm a lover and a killer

This, this, this, this is the warning (I warned you, baby)
This, this, this, this is the warning

I feel like God and the Devil.
I'm a saint, I'm a sinner
I'm a hard-rocking, hard-headed
Hard 6, I'm a winner!
I'm a cush-blazing, bush-chasing product of the city
And I ain't asking for your love, and I'don't want your pity
So, Girl, don't talk about me shitty
Don't act all high (???)
'Cuz if you're man keeps playing me funny
I'm gonna come take all his money
And leave him holy from this blessing
With my 4-pound Smith & Wesson
Better watch out who you stressing
Fuck around, you'll learn your lesson

This, this, this, this is the warning (I warned you, baby)
This, this, this, this is the warning
This, this, this, this is the warning (I warned you, baby)
This, this, this, this is the warning

Back of the liquor store, trying to break these chumps
Bunch of heads in a circle, daddy's handing out lumps
Trying to shake these bones, I'm trying to get these shoes
But, yo, they think Whitey's cheating, 'cuz tonight I can't lose
They wanna to take my funds, but I'mma blaze my guns
With burning sensations and heart palpitations
Why you breathing so heavy? Why you're palms all sweaty?
And if you're thinking about a stick move,
Word to God, you ain't ready

This, this, this, this is the warning (I warned you, baby)
This, this, this, this is the warning
This, this, this, this is the warning (I warned you, baby)
This, this, this, this is the warning