KickIntheDoor

Kick In the Door - The Notorious B.I.G.

Welcome back

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

Like what are you so mad about?

You wanna know why, yo first of all

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 mad

These niggaz is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos

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

Yuu know you sayin', they got b**ches, they got all that sh*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 ni**a made one album, he makin' wild records

That Ready to Die sh*t, it was aight, it was aight

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

But my sh*t is more John Blaze than that, I got John Blaze sh*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 feel

I gotta talk about my life as I see it

This 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**, quick fast like ramadan

It's that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, f**k 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 sh*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 be

May 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 hoes I never seen befo'

So, Jesus, get off the Notorious

Penis, before I squeeze and bust

If the beef between us, we can settle it

With the chrome and metal sh*t

I make it hot, like a kettle get