[Intro]

It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [x8]

[Notorious BIG]

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 scrambling, gambling

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

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

Nigga, blue light, nigga, 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 your game, talk your shit

Grab your Gat, call your clique

Squeeze your 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

Whatcha gonna do: fight or run?

Seems to me that you'll take B

Bone and Big, nigga: die slowly

I'mma tell you like a nigga told me:

"Cash Rules 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 loving 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?

(We forgive you, for you know not what you do)

[Bizzy]

7 A.M., woke in the morning

With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine

No dough, so pop a couple of doze

Lil' RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean

Nigga 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, bitch

Breaking out for lies

My Messiahs better be 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 it! Let's see if we're real, we all suited

Beg my pardon to Martin

Baby we ain't marching, we shooting!

In daily recruiting 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

[Krayzie]

Nigga 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 fuck, Sin, gimme 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 your loss, take it all off

Got a nigga 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 bitch: if you steppin' we buckin' them guts, that's fucked 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 "gimme back me money"

Thugging 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 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]

Just Bone and Biggie Biggie, we gonna rock the party

Rock the party, party

Just 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

[Layzie]

Yeah, Little Lay, hey, coming in the form of scripture

Finna get you and hit you with magic

Droppin 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 tellin' me to do what I gotta do

So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight

And I'm always running from the boys in blue

Biggie, blue’s on my ass, pull out the cellular phone to call Bone

"What's happenin'?"

Grab artillery, a nigga start packing

Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin, and I did him

Hit him right between the eyes, the spot was wise

Wanna test a nigga size, it'll cost him

Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit

Y'all get mo' murdered all day, all day

We done paved the way and I'm on the run

I'mma call my boys and bring all the guns

Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1?

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That red red rum