Notorious Thugs

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"Notorious Thugs" (feat. Bone-Thugz-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, BizzyBone, KrayzieBone] Armed and dangerous ain't too many can bang with us straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us you all niggas be scrambling, gambling up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just sittin' here trying to win, try not to sin high off weed and lot's of gin so much smoke need oxygen steadily countin' them Benjamins. Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you been in this shit since '92 look at all the bullshit I been through so called beef with you know who fuck a few female stars or two then a bluelight niggas knew like Mike-shit not to be fuck wit. Motherfucker better duck quick 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim no aspiration to quit the game. Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip and hit the right one pass that weed I gotta light one all them niggas I gotta fight one all them hoes I gotta like one our situation is a tight one what you wanna do? fight or run? Seems to me that you'll take thee, Bone and Big nigga die slowly I'm gonna tell you like a nigga told me, cash rule everything around me. Shit lyrically, niggas can't see me, fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before you caught yourself lovin it -- nigga wit a Benz fucking it. Doesn't it seem odd to you Big comes through wit mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudes who's the killer? me or you? (We forgive you for you know not what you do)

Seven A.M. woke in the mornin' with henn and caffeine 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 the scenes destroy your dreams, you willing to die we'll see how many faces when I 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 the real truth bitch, breaking down for lies my messiah steady get ready for Armageddon shoot 6-5. it's wild, bless the child, the one that became a man put in positions out and we perve all that I 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 the mornin', maybe we ain't marchin' we shootin', and then they recruitin' theirs they forgot..everyday in the ghetto, we start em' off ending with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now kick it......

Nigga roll wit Bone up into the days of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn, never do toss on the curb/me feelin' the urge to sperve, when I'm broke as fucks and giving that mossburg swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells--to put in this 12 guage sawed off, get em' all off, nigga your loss, take it all off, got a nigga caught doe. For the Bone and leatherface seemin' to thug in the cut--to let the mo' how many pulling ain't nothin'--bitch if ya stick em' we buckin' em guns that's fucked up. Now lemme get down wit the crime, gotta go purchase a dime put in a state to get down for the crime smocking 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 talking like gimme back my money. Thuggin wit me killers, need us a leader or lick up when niggas ain't 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 ain't had no dough gotta make some money so, I'm making my dummy rocks if I go broke.

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Two: Layzie Bone] Lil' Lay hey coming in a form of scripture,finna get ya and hit magic droppin' down lick but I call on my gadgets, with a automatic status we spray time to load the glocks but I'm thinkin not, there's another he forced telling me do what I gotta do so I up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and I'm always waiting for the 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', 'cause a motherfucker try to get me in a jackin' and I did em'. Hit em' right between the eyes the spot was wise wanna test a niggas size and it cost em' nigga fuck around wit the wrong shit you all get mo' murdered all day, all day. We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'm gonna call my boys and bring all the guns you all niggas wanna have a little' 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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