NOTORIOUS B. I.G. LYRICS - Notorious Thugs

"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 Levin 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]