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The Notorious B.I.G. - Notorious Thugs (ft. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony) | Lyrics [Intro: Bizzy Bone & Krayzie Bone] And Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gon' rock the party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Everybody, everybody) [Bridge: Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone] Notorious thugs Nothin' but them thugstas, [Chorus: Bizzy Bone & Krayzie Bone] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gon' rock the party) Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin' Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins We just sittin' here tryna 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'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 Fucked a few female stars or two Then I blew like niggas move like Mike Shit, not to be fucked with Motherfucker better duck quick 'Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggas, 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 B Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly I'ma 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 Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it Doesn't it seem odd to you? Big come through with mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes Who's the killer: me or you? [Interlude: Puff Daddy] We forgive you, for you know not what you do [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] 7 a.m. woke in the morning With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine No-Doz so pop a couple of those Lil' RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean, make it gleam Deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally steamed With my instrumelody, and heated, especially for your team And a .45 indeed will beam In between the scenes, destroy your dreams You willin' to die? We'll see How many flee when I cause the scene? We mean mug, Mo' Thugs, trained to be perfect disciples When it's survival, tongue of a double-edged sword Triple six rivals spittin' fire This the real truth, bitch, breakin' out for lies My Messiah's better get ready for Armageddon, shit's expired It's wild, bless the child, the one that became a man Put in positions off in the Clair All that I had to do was stare Test me now, contender; never no surrender, no pretend Pick up my pen in my hand One of my trusted friend-friends Hey, open the last seal for real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin: baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin' In daily recruitin', there's a thug born everyday in the ghetto We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bible And a pen and a pad to hit the label—kick it, nigga! [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Nigga roll with Bone up into the dank spot To the dome with a shot of burb Never get tossed to the curb Be feelin' that urge to splurge But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, give me that Mossberg swerve! Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off Get 'em hauled off, nigga, y'all loss Take it all off, got a nigga caught off For the pump now Leatherface, sin runnin' thuggin' and cuttin' Little Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin' Bitch if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that’s fucked up Now let me get down for the grind Gotta go purchase a dime Put in a state to get down for the crime Smokin' the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But really we be servin' them dummies, see? Gotta buck him on down If he come back talkin' like, "Give me back me money!" Thuggin' with me killers Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shit With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol Now who ready to get bent? Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves But I ain't had no dough Gotta make some money So I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke [Chorus: Bizzy Bone & Krayzie Bone] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon [Chorus: Bizzy Bone & Krayzie Bone] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon #rap #underground #lyrical #lyrics #beats