This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]    Back of the liqueur store bout' to blaze this joint   Got some dice in my hand   My man says six is your point   Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Miller   Take the money then I run son   I'm a lover and a killer     This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]    I feel like god and the devil   I'm a saint   I'm a sinner   I'm a hard rocking'   Hard headed   Hard sick summer winner   I'm a kush blazing'   Bush chasing   Product of the city   And I ain't asking for your love   And I don't want your pity   So girl don't talk about me shitty   Don't act all high and ditty   If your man keep playing me funny   I'mma come take all his money   And leave him holy from this blessing   With my four pound smith and Wesson   Better watch out who you're stressing   Fuck around you'll learn your lesson     This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]    Back of the liqueur store trying to break these chumps   Bunch of heads in a circle, daddy's handing out lumps   Trying to shake these bones   I'm trying to get these shoes   But yo they all think Whitey's cheating   Cause tonight I can't lose.   They wanna take my funds   But I'mma blaze my guns   We're burning sensations   And heart palpitations   Why you breathing so heavy   While your palms are sweaty   And if you thinking bout' a stick' move   Word to god you ain't ready     This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]