Kick the Door In (DJ Jazzy Jeff Remix)

[Intro - The Notorious B.I.G.]
 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

 [Verse One]
 Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
 As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
 Get in that [bad word]  quick fast, like Ramadan
 It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, [bad word] Poppa
 You got to call me Francis M.H. White
 Intake light tokes, tote iron
 Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin'
 Keep extra clips for extra [bad word]  Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
 The most shady, Frankie baby
 Ain't no telling where I may be
 May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming
 With my man Capone, gumming, [bad word] something
 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 before
 So, Jesus, get off the Notorious
 [bad word] before I squeeze and bust
 If the beef between us, we can settle it
 With the chrome and metal [bad word]  I make it hot like a kettle get
 You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?
 You still pedal [bad word]  I got more rides than "Great Adventure"
 Biggie ("How are you gonna do it?")

 [Hook - 4X]
 Kick in the door, waving the four-four
 All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

 [Verse Two]
 On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
 Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
 Should I start your breath or should I let you die
 In fear you start to cry, ask why
 Lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
 You cursed it, but rehearsed it
 I drop unexpectedly like bird [bad word]  You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
 Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm done with them
 Son, I'm surprised you run with them
 I think they got [bad word] in them cause they nothing but [bad word]  Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
 Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
 Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
 Take trips to Cairo, laying with your [bad word]  I know you praying you was rich, [bad word] prick
 When I see ya I'mma

 [Hook - 4X]

 [Verse Three]
 This goes out for those that choose to use
 Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
 [bad word] that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
 Now ya brailling it, snatch that light [bad word]  I'm scaling it
 Conscious of ya nonsense, in eighty-eight
 Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
 Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
 You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
 Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
 They siblings, nothing but my children
 One shot they disappearin'
 It's ill when MC's used to be on cruddy [bad word]  Took home, "Ready to Die," listened, studied [bad word]  Now they on some money [bad word]  successful out the blue
 They light weight, fragilly, my nine milli
 Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
 And you still recouping, stupid