Notorious BIG - Notorious Thugs

Chorus: repeat 4X
It`s Bone and Biggie, Biggie (repeat 8X)
Let`s Ride (repeat 3X)
Get High (repeat 3X)

Verse One: Biggie, BizzyBone,KrayzieBone
Armed and dangerous/aint too many can bang with us/straight up weed no angel
dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas dat love to bust, its strange to us
ya`ll niggas be scramblin, gamblin/up in restaurants with mandolins and
violins. We just sittin` here tryin to win, try not to sin/high off weed and
lots of gin/so much smoke need oxygen/steadily countin` them Benjamins. Nigga
u should too, if u knew, what this game`ll do to u/been in this shit since
`92/look at all the bullshit l been thru/sure caught beef with u know
who/fuck a few female stars or two/then a bluelight niggas knew like
Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my
dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim/go operation just to
kick da game. Spit yo` game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
squeeze your clip and hit the right one/pass dat weed l gotta light one/all
them niggas l gotta fight one/all them hoes l gotta like one/our situation is
a tight one/what u wanna do? fight or run? Seems to me dat you`ll take thee,
Bone and Big nigga die slowly/l`ma tell u like a nigga told me, cash rule
everything around me. Shiiit lyrically, niggas can`t see me, fuck it, buy the
coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before u caught yourself lovin
it--nigga wit a Benz fuckin it. Doesn`t it seem odd to u/Big comes thru wit
mobs and crews/Goodfellas down to da Mo` Thug dudes/who`s da killa? me or you?
(We forgive you for you know not what you do)

Seven A.M. woke in da mornin` wit henn and caffiene and green and nicotine/
no dough so pop a couple of dough, Lil` Rippsta..nigga mista clean, nigga
deep--deep in my tumble and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit
my..instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed will
beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams, you willin to die we`ll
see/how many faces when l cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo` Thugs tyrin to be
perfect--disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
six rivals spittin` fire this da real truth bitch, breakin down for lies my
messiah steady get ready for armogeddon shoot 6-5. lt`s wild, bless da child,
the one dat became a man/put in positions out and we perve/all that l had to
do was stare. Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend/pick up my
pen/ and my hemp/all in my trust a friend, friend. Hey! open and lets see if
ya` real, we all suited dig bout 4 in da mornin`, maybe we aint marchin` we
shootin`, and then they recruitin` theirs they forgot..everyday in da ghetto,
we start em` off endin with hit em` up out with a pen and pad hit me led now
kick it......

Nigga roll wit Bone up into da dayz of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn,
never do toss on da curb/me feelin` da urge to sperve, when l`m broke as
fucks and givin dat mossburg swerve. Up into my bag, cuz l gotta get my mask
and shells--to put in this 12 guage sawed off, get em` all off, nigga yo`
loss, take it all off, got a nigga caught doe. For the Bone and leatherface
seemin` to thug in da cut--to let da mo` how many pullin aint nothin`--bitch
if ya stick em` we buckin` em guns dats fucked up. Now lemme get down wit da
crime, gotta go purchase a dime/put in a state to get down for da
crime/smokin da reefa to ease my mind, swig some wine. Step on da block when
da rocks what will l be servin` them dummies see/gotta buck em` on down if he
come back talkin like gimme back my money. Thuggin wit me killaz, need us a
leader or lick up when niggas aint got shit/with a sawed off pump chrome 38
pistol now who ready to get bent. Nigga like me feenin` for them green
leaves, but l aint had no dough/gotta make some money so, l`m makin my dummy
rocks if l go broke.

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Verse Two: Layzie Bone
Lil` Lay hey comin in a form of scripture,finna get ya and hit
magic/droppin` down lick but l call on my gadgets, with a automatic status we
spray time to load da glocks but l`m thinkin not, there`s another he forced
tellin me do what l gotta do/so l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l`m
alwayz waitin for da boys in blue.--Biggie boots on my ass now go`n right the
cellular phone and call Bone what`s happenin`/grab a ten of real niggas start
packin`, cuz a muthafucka try to get me in a jackin` and l did em`. Hit em`
right between the eyes da spot was wise wanna test a nigga`s size and it cost
em`/nigga fuck around wit da wrong shit ya`ll get mo` murdered all day, all
day. We done paved da way and l`m on da run/l`ma call my boys and bring all
da guns/ya`ll niggas wanna have a lil` fun wit number one, one, in a red red
rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red
rum........

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