Kick In The Door

[Intro: Martin Lawrence, The Notorious B.I.G. & Coolie Pak]

I gots to talk

I gotta tell what I feel

I gotta talk about my life as I see it (Biggie)

Ayy

Yo (Biggie)

Uh, yo, check it

Uh, yo (Biggie)

[Verse 1: Coolie Pak & The Notorious B.I.G.]

It's a shame, who do we blame?

The government restrain to maintain the system we contain (Biggie)

Tolerate wads of flows, give up commercial lyrical shows

The same fire go off on us, phony fakes sayin', "Fuck 12"

Not that I condone the killin', but

Squares get detected since [?], get what I'm sayin'? (Bow, bow, bow)

My word is always born, 24/7

11's peel cerebellums on those who go to plottin'

Knockin' noggins, beheadin' politicians

Plans that's optimistic, propitious and not 'spicious

Never fictitious, hopin' I become the richest

Venomous lyrical switches, whipped bitches

Fuck on snitches 'til eyes twitch, ayy (Come on)

Witch get stitched, not get fixed

But we'd need revolutionaries in this world, maybe put down the TEC

And find your intellect and use that nonsense and flex

Each year, younger, younger havin' sex

With the only thing that swear is the previous lines and what's up next

Reach my apex, kick in the door, wavin' the .44

I wave a message, I hope you think it's impressive

Colossal done sent us to improve the youth mental

Come in gentle, no detrimental, once upon a time

I found my divine mind, inflicting apex vibes through these lines

That I bind, rise and grind to this shine

And unwind wads of wop, headed straight to the top (Biggie)

If I make it, it's cops still pop tops on the block (No, he's gonna do it)

I guess that's why I copped the Glock, cop glocked at my pops

He survived that, runnin' traffic on Trinity Ave

When niggas like Slick work up in the apartment

Cypher cats 'bout six, word to my esophagus

[Interlude: Coolie Pak, XXXTENTACION & The Notorious B.I.G.]

My word is bound

Zay, you suck

I don't even know what I'm gonna rap on this shit (Biggie)

This is real shit?

Oh my God, oh my God oh, my God

Okay, okay, aight

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]

Very angry while tryna strangle my balls

Wipe my ass with some butter while scrapin' shit on the wall

But honestly, overall, I like popping an Adderall

While dancing around, clapping a pansy in overalls

It's no wonder why my mother hates me

I beat my dick to porn flicks of Martin Lawrence with autistic babies

Child molestin', incest, it wasn't a question

Beat her like Sean Penn, venom in my pen

Rape a broad while kissin' on Christian Bale

In fact, if I go to Hell, it's likely I'll go to jail

I heard in prison they like all the little kids

So me and that Woody Allen were plannin' to take a trip

"Oh, Woody, such a big woody"

"Stop touchin' my penis," so cover it with a hoodie

"You promised me if I came, you'd give me a bunch of goodies

What's in that black backpack?"

"Oh, it's nothin'," well, nothin' turned into somethin'

'Cause soon as the cops passed, Woody just hauled ass

Cops stopped us, Woody asked for a kiss

Told the officers comin' that, "Woody's touching my dick"

[Outro: XXXTENTACION & Coolie Pak]

Haha

Martin Lawrence in my backseat, in my- in my backseat (Biggie)

It's a kick in the door

Pfft, in the door, ayy

I'ma go up on you niggas

Hey-ah!

Haha, hahahaha

Ah!

Ha, howdy, y'all

Ah!

Fire and shit, you lied a bit

I'm off this shit's like-

Oh my God, oh, shit

Okay, alright, alright, alright, I'm done

Ahahahahahaha-ah

(Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stu-)

Pussy boy, you get smoked like a Newport