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Notorious Thugs Lyrics

Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Album: Life After Death

[Featuring Bone Thugs N Harmony]
Chorus: repeat 4X
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 8X)
Let's Ride (repeat 3X)
Get High (repeat 3X)
Verse One: Biggie Bizzy Bone Krayzie Bone
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/so called 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.
Chorus 2X
Verse Two: Layzie Bone
Lil' Lay hey comin in a form of scripture, finna get ya and hit ya wit
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........
Chorus to fade

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