Notorious B.I.G - Kick in The Door Chords

_ _ Biggie, [Fm] uh huh, Biggie, uh huh.
This [N] go out to you, [Am] this go out to [Fm] you, you, you.
Biggie, uh huh, this go out to you, this go out to [E] you, this go out to [C] you, you, you, uh.
Your wing [Fm] on the top was short like leprechaun, does not crust they call willies thugs, and rapadons.
Get in that ass quick fast like Ramadan It's that rap phenomenon, dang dada
Fuck poppa, you got her Call me Francis, M.H.
White intake, like toast, so iron What's told in shootouts, stay low and keep
firing 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 [Db] no tellin' where I may be
[E] May see me in DC at Howard Homecoming With my [F] man Kamoom grummin' fuckin' somethin'
[Fm] You should know my C-Lo Went from 10 G's for blow
To 30 G's in show To all G's with O's I never seen [C] before
So, Jesus, get off the low, Tory us Clean [Fm] us before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between [A] us, we can settle it With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot [Ab] like a kettle whip You're delicate, you better get
Who sent ya?
You're still pedal shit I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, how are you gonna do it?
Do it
Kick in the door, wave in the 4-4 [Fm] All you heard was, Papa, don't [E] hit me no _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
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_ [Db] _ [Am] On _
[Eb] _ [Bb] your mark, get [Fm] set, when I spot, get wet Look how dark it get when you're marked for dead
[E] Should I start your breath [Fm] or should I let you die?
In fear, you start to cry, act wise
Lyrically, I'm worship No front, the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You heard, get [C] stuck quickly For all T's in [Bb] show money
Don't forget the publishin' [Ab] I punish all, I come with them
Son, [Fm] I'm surprised you run with them I think they got cum in them
Cause they nothing but dicks [E] Tryna blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
[Bb] Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds [Fm] that stick Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my [N] own flip
Take trips to Cairo, diggin' with your bitch I know you prayin' you was rich, fuckin' rich
When I see ya, I'ma
Kick in the door, wave in the 4-4 _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ All you heard was, Papa, don't hit me no more
[Ab] _ _ _ This _
_ _ [G] [Fm] goes out to those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the king of [E] NY
Fuck that, Y-Tri, throw bleach in your eye Now you brailin' it, [Ab] snatch that light shit
I'm scalin' it, punchin' some of your nonsense Your [E] 88, so more powder than Johnson & Johnson
Choke steel like Blonkin', vigilante You [N] wanna get on, son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other [Fm] kings in this rap thing They siblings, nothing but my children
[Db] One shot, they [N] disappearin', it's their way MCs used to be on pretty shit
Took home, ready to [F] die, listen, study shit Now they on some money shit
Successful out the blue, [Db] they lightweight Fragile, [Bb] my 9 mili make the whites shake
That's why my [Fm] money never [C] funny, and you still recoup it
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid
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