Steve Jones - Notorious Thugs lyrics

[Intro: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie… Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, get high… It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie… Notorious thugs, gangstas… It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie… Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, get high… [Verse 1: 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 a** n***as that love to bust" It's strange to us, y'all n***as be scramblin', gamblin' Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins We just sitting here tryna win, try not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke, need oxygen Steadily counting them Benjamins n***a, you should too If you knew what this game'll do to you Been in this sh** since '92 Look at all the bullsh** I been through! So-called beef with you-know-who f**ed a few female stars or two Then I blew like n***a, move like Mike, sh** Not to be f**ed with Motherf**er better duck quick ‘Cause me and my dogs love to buck sh** f** the luck sh**, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit your game, talk your sh** Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pa** that weed, I got to light one All them n***as, 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, n***a, die slowly I'ma tell you like a n***a told me "Cash Rules Everything Around Me" sh**, lyrically, n***as can't see me f** it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it Know the b**h 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it n***a with a Benz f**in' 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 k**er, me or you? (We forgive you, for you know not what you do) [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] 7 AM, woke in the morning With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine No dough, so pop a couple of doze Lil' RIPsta, n***a Mista Clean, n***a Dean 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 willing 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 is a double-edged sword Triple six rivals spitting fire This the real truth, b**h, breaking out for lies My Messiah's better be ready for Armageddon, sh**'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 it! Let's see if we're 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! [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] n***a roll with Bone up into the Thug spot To the dome with a shot of bird Never get tossed to the curb Be feeling that urge to splurge But I'm broke as f**, 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, n***a, your loss Take it all off, got a n***a caught off But the Bone, not Leatherface Too many are thinking they thugs And little Mo Hart want to pull it and bust it And, b**h, if you steppin' We buckin' them guts – that's f**ed up Now let me get done with the grime Gotta go purchase a dime Put in a state to get done with the crime Smoking the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But really we be serving 'em dummies, see? Gotta buck him on down If he come back talking, like, "Give me back me money!" Thugging with me k**ers Need us a liter of liquor, but n***as ain't got sh** With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol Now, who ready to get bent? n***a like me fiending 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 [Hook: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gonna rock the party, rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Better run and tell everybody, everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high [Verse 4: Layzie Bone] Yeah, Little Lay, hey, coming in the form of scripture Finna get you and hit you with magic Dropping down lead, but I call it my gadgets With an automatic-status, we spray Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinking not There's another evil force telling me to do what I gotta do So I up my pipe, a n***a dyin' tonight And I'm always running from the boys in blue Biggie, blue's on my a** Pull out the cellular phone to call Bone: "What's happenin'?" Grab artillery, a n***a start packin' ‘Cause a motherf**er tried to get me in a jackin' And I did him, hit him right between the eyes The spot was wise; wanna test a n***a size, it'll cost him n***a f** around with the wrong sh** Y'all get mo' murdered all day, all day We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns Y'all n***as wanna have a little fun with number one? Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum That red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum; that red, red, rum [Hook: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gonna rock the party, rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Better run and tell everybody, everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high