The Notorious B.I.G. Notorious Thugs (Album Version) Lyrics

(Intro 1)(Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the
partyJust Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the
party, partyYes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and tell
everybodyJust Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X)
Everybody, everybody(Intro 2)(Let's) Ride
let's ride let's ride let's rideGet high,
get high, get high, c'monLet's ride let's
ride let's ride let's rideGet high, get high,
get high(Intro 3)Just Bone and Biggie Biggie
(repeat 4X) We gonna rock the partyRock the party,
partyJust Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) Betta run and
telleverybodyEverybody, everybody(Intro 4)No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugstersNuthin
but them thugster thugstersNo-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but
them thugstersNuthin but them thugster thugsters(Chorus: Intro 3 and Intro 4 overlapped, Intro 2(Biggie)Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can
bang with usStraight up weed no angel dust, label us
NotoriousThug a__ n____z that love to bust, it's
strange to usY'all n____z be scramblin, gamblinUp in restaraunts with mandolins, and violinsWe just
sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sinHigh off weed
and lots of ginSo much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin
them BenjaminsNigga you should too, if you knewWhat
this game'll do to youBeen in this s___ since
ninety-twoLook at all the bullshit I been throughSo-called beef with you know whoFucked a few female
stars or twoThen I bluelight n____z knew like Mike's
s___Not to be f___ed withMotherfucker better duck
quick, causeMe and my dogs love to buck s___Fuck the
luck s___, strictly aimNo aspirations protect the gameSpit yo' game, talk yo' s___Grab yo' gat,
call yo' clickSqueeze yo' clip, hit the right
onePass that weed, I got to light oneAll them n____z
I got ta fight oneAll them hoes I got ta like oneOur
situation is a tight oneWhatcha gonna do, fight or run?Seems to me that you'll take theeBone and Big,
n____ die slowlyI'ma tell you like a n____ told meCash Rule Everything Around MeShit, lyrically, n____z
can't see meFuck it, buy the c__eCook the c__e,
cut it, blow the b____Before you call yourself lovin itNigga you with a Benz f___in itDoesn't it seem odd
to youBIG come through with moms and crewsGoodfellas
to to the Mo Thugs dudesWho's the killa, me or
you?(We forgive you for you know not what you do)(Bizzy)Seven A.M. woke in the morninWith
Hen, Caffiene and green and nicotineNo dough so pop a
couple of dozeLil Ripsta, n____ Mista CleanNigga
Dean, deep in my temple and not to getsentimentally sting,
wit myInstrumelody, and heatedespecially for your
teamAnd a forty-five indeed will beamin between the
scenes destroy your dreamsYou willin to die, we'll
seehow many flees when I cause the sceneWe mean mug,
Mo ThugsTrained to be perfect, disciplesWhen
it's survival tongue, never double-edged swordTriple,
six rivals spittin fireThis the real truth, b____Breakin out for liesMy Messiahs better be ready for
Armageddeon six-six-fiveIt's wild, bless the childThe one that became a manPut in positions over the
payAll that I had to do was stareTest me now,
contender never no surrender no pretendPick up my pen, and
my hempOne of my trusted friend friend, heyOpen it
let's see if we're real, we all suitedBeg my
pardon to MartinBaby we ain't marchin, we
shootin'And daily recruitin there's a thug
bornEveryday in the ghettoWe start em off little we
give em a bottleand a pen and a pad to hit the lead now
kick it(Krayzie)n____ roll wit Bone up into
the Thug spotTo the dome wit a shot of birdNever get
tossed to the curbBe feelin that urge to splurgeBut
I'm broke as f*ck son gimme that Mossberg swerveUp
into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shellsto put in
this twelve gauge sawed offGet em all off, n____ yo'
loss, take it all offGot a n____ car doorBut the
Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they ThugsThey
need the most help to pull it in dovesAnd b*tch if you
stickin we buckin them guzzlers, f*cked upNow let me get
done with the grimeGotta go purchase a dimePut in a
state to get done with the crimeSmokin the reefer to ease
my mindSwig some wine, step on the block with the rocksBut Willie be servin em clemencyGotta buck him on down
if he come back talkinlike gimme back me moneyThuggin with me killers, need us a leaderor liquor but
n____z ain't got sh*tWit a sawed off pump chrome
thirty-eight pistolNow who ready to get bentNigga
like me feenin for them green leavesBut I ain't had
no doughGotta make some money soI'm makin my
dummy rocks if I go brokeChorus: Intro 3, Intro 2(Layzie)Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of
scriptureFinna get ya and hit ya wit magicDroppin
down licks betta call on my gadgetsWith an automatics
status we spray time to load the glocksBut I'm
thinkin notThere's another he forced tellin me do
what I gotta doSo my other partnuh n____ die tonightAnd I'm always runnin from the boys in blueBiggie
booms on my a$$ now provide the cellular phoneThe
carphone, what's happeninGrab artillery n____z start
packinCause a motherfu*ker try to get me in a jacket, and
I did himHit him right between the eyes, despise the
wiseWanna test a n____ size, that'll cost himNigga f*ck around wit the wrong sh*tY'all get mo
murdered all day all dayWe done paved the way and I'm
on the runI'ma call my boys and bring all the gunsY'all n____z wanna have a little fun wit number oneOne, one, then it red red rum rum rum rum rum rumBut it
red red rum rum rum rum rum rumBut it red red rumChorus: Intro 3, Intro 2, Intro 3, Intro 2