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Warning - 2005 Remaster
Descrição
“Warning”, de The Notorious B.I.G., é uma narrativa intensa de paranoia e autodefesa no perigoso mundo do trap. A faixa começa com um aviso urgente de um amigo sobre um plano para emboscar a pessoa narradora por conta de seu sucesso financeiro. Essa revelação instiga uma resposta imediata de vigilância e preparação para o conflito. A letra explora a traição de antigos conhecidos que agora cobiçam os bens adquiridos, como carros de luxo e imóveis. Há uma clara mensagem de que o sucesso atrai inimigos e que a confiança é um luxo perigoso. A música culmina em uma demonstração explícita de prontidão para a violência, com a descrição de armas e a disposição de proteger o que é seu a todo custo, pintando um quadro sombrio da luta pela sobrevivência e poder nas ruas. A cena final dos invasores sendo alvejados reforça a crueza da mensagem.
Letra
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
In the morning, crack of dawn, and
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 barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
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're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you
I got the MAC, nigga tell me what you gonna do
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates out of state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And 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 a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Bet ya 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 predicament, where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode on you rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don'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, and
Hold on, I hear somebody coming
C'mon, motherfucker
Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can
Just g- bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on
Are we gettin' close, huh?
It's right over here
You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?
Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on
Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house
Fuck, right here
Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house
Oh shit
What? What's wrong?
What's that red dot on your head, man?
What red dot?
Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too
Oh shit!
Gírias
"Paging me at 5:46" refere-se ao uso de um pager, um dispositivo de comunicação comum antes dos celulares, indicando uma chamada de emergência. "Crack of dawn" é uma expressão idiomática que significa muito cedo pela manhã, ao amanhecer. A frase "stick me for my paper/cream" é central na música, onde "stick" significa roubar, emboscar ou assaltar, e "paper" ou "cream" são gírias para dinheiro. "Clocking minor figures" descreve a situação de ganhar pouco dinheiro ou ter lucros modestos, contrastando com o sucesso atual. Por fim, "Black Talons" são um tipo específico de munição de ponta oca, conhecida por sua letalidade, usada para expressar a seriedade e a natureza mortal das armas mencionadas.