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Kick in the Door (from Life After Death, 1997)

feat. The Mad Rapper


[Intro skit - 'Trevin Jones']
Welcome back
We're here on Bad Boy Television, and I'm Trevin Jones
And I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper
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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

['Shay']
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?

['The Mad Rapper']
Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why, yo first of all
You can't be askin' me no question youknowhatI'msayin?
Who the fuck is you?
(Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper) YouknowhatI'msayin?
You can't be askin' me no question (It's a family oriented show)
I'mma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatI'msayin? I'mma tell you why
I'm mad. I'mma tell you why I'm mad
These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, youknowsayin? They drivin' around in hot cars, youknowsayin?
They got bitches, they got all that shit
(Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language.)
YouknowhatI'ms--? I'm still livin with my Moms, youknowhatI'msayin?
That's my word. YouknowI'ms--? 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 nigga made one album, he makin' wild records
That 'Ready to Die' shit, it was aight, it was aight
YouknowI'msayin, that shit was aight, it was cool
But my shit is J--more John Blaze than that!
I got John Blaze shit
And they not rish--recognizing, they not sayin, 'I recognize'
And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions, youknowhatI'msayin?
Who is you?

[ 'I gots to talk
I gotta tell what I feel
I gotta talk about my life as I see it']

[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 ass, quick fast, like Ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck 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 shit
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, fucking 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
Penis before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, 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 shit
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 cum in them cause they nothing but dicks
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 bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking 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
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, 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 shit
Took home, 'Ready to Die,' listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragile, my nine milli
Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recouping, stupid