It’s Bone and Biggie Biggie [x8]

Notorious thugs
Nothin’ but the thuggstaz [x2]
Notorious thugs
Nothin’ but the thuggstaz [x2]

Let’s ride [x7]
Get high [x6]
 

Notorious B.I.G.

Armed and dangerous
Ain’t too many can bang wit us
Straight up weed no angel dust
Label us notorious
Thuggish niggaz that love to bust
It’s strange to us
Y’all niggaz be scramblin’, gamblin’
Up in restaurants wit mandolins, and violins
We just sittin’ here tryin’ to win
Tryin’ not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin’ them Benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game would do to you
Been in this shit since 92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So called beef wit you know who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then a blue light, niggaz knew like Mike
Shit, not to be fucked with
Mothafucka betta duck quick
Cause me and my dogs learned about shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations, just to kick the game
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo cliques, squeeze yo clip
Hit tha right one
Pass that weed and got to light one
All them niggaz, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gonna do, fight or run
Seems to me, that you’ll take me
Bone and B.I.G. nigga die slowly
I’m ah tell you like the nigga told me
Cash rules everything round me
Shit, lyrically, niggas can’t see me
Fuck it
Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch before you call yo self lovin’ it
Nigga wit a Benz fuckin’ it
Doesn’t it seem odd to you
B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo’ Thug dudes
Who’s the killa, me or you
 

Puff Daddy

We forgive you
For you know not what you do
 

Bizzy

Seven A.M. woke in da mornin’
Wit Henn and caffeine and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of those
Lil’ Ripsta, nigga Mr. Clean
Nigga deep
Deep in my temple and now to get
Sentimentally steamed
Wit my instrumelody
And heated especially ball your team
And a 45 indeed will beam
Now between the scenes destroy your dreams
You willin’ to die we’ll see
How many faces when I cause the scene
We mean mug, Mo’ Thug
Trainin’ me 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 Armageddon
Shoot six five it’s wild
Bless da child
The one dat became a man
Put in positions out on the Clair
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now
Contend never no surrender no pretend
Pick up my pen
And my hemp
One of my trusted friend, friend
Hey, open and lets see if ya real
We all suited
Date my pardon in da mornin’ Baby we aint marchin’ we sho
otin’
And then they recruitin’ theirs they forgot
Everyday in da gale
We start ‘em off endin with hit ‘em up out of the pen and pad hit me led now kick it
 

Krayzie

Nigga roll wit Bone up into da days of ours
To the dome wit a shot or burn
Never do toss on da curb
Me feelin’ da urge to swerve
When I’m broke as fucks
And givin’ dat Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag
Cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12 gauge sawed off
Get ‘em all off
Nigga y’all loss
Take it all off
Got a nigga caught doe
For the Bone and Leather Face seemin’ to thug in the cut
To let da mo’ how many pullin aint nothin’
Bitch if ya stick ‘em we buckin’ em guns
That’s fucked up
Now let me get down wit da crime
Got to go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get down for the crime
Smokin’ the reefa to ease my mind
Swig some wine
Step on the block when the rocks
What will I be servin’ them dummies see
Gotta buck ‘em on down
If he come back talkin' like gimme back me 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 I aint had no dough
Gotta make some money so
I’m makin my dummy rocks if I go broke
 

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Layzie

Lil’ lay hey comin’ in for mo scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic
Droppin’ down lick but I call on my gadgets
With a automatic status we spray
Time to load da glocks but I’m thinkin’ not
There’s another he forced
Tellin’ me do what I gotta do
So I up my pipe
A nigga die tonight
And I’m alwayz runnin’ from da boys in blue
Biggie boots on my ass
Now provide the cellular phone
And call Bone what’s happenin’
Grab a ten of real niggas start packin’
Cause a mothafucka try to get me in a jackin’
And I 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
Y’all get mo’ murdered all day, all day
We done paved da way and I’m on da run
I’m a call my boys and bring all da guns
Y’all niggas wanna have a lil’ fun wit number one, one
And 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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