Biggy Smalls Notorious Thugz Lyrics

Bizzy:
Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .
Krayzie:
We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party].
Better run and tell everybody [everybody, everybody].
alternating with Layzie:
Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high . . .
This is a lake of fire, but I can't even hold on.
[Simulated clapping.]
Krayzie:
Notorious thugs.
Layzie:
Nothin' but them thugstas. Nothin' but them thugstas [thugstas].

(Biggie)
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious
Thug a__ n____z that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all n____z be scramblin, gamblin
Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins
We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins
n____ you should too, if you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this s___ since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you know who
f___ed a few female stars or two
Then I bluelight n____z knew like Mike's s___
Not to be f___ed with
m_________er better duck quick, cause
Me and my dogs love to buck s___
f___ the luck s___, strictly aim
No aspirations protect the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' s___
Grab yo' gat, call yo' click
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them n____z I got ta fight one
All them hoes I got ta like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take thee
Bone and Big, n____ die slowly
I'ma tell you like a n____ told me
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
s___, lyrically, n____z can't see me
f___ it, buy the c__e
Cook the c__e, cut it, blow the b____
Before you call yourself lovin it
n____ you with a Benz f___in it
Doesn't it seem odd to you
BIG come through with moms and crews
Goodfellas to to the Mo Thugs dudes
Who's the killa, me or you?

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

(Bizzy)
Seven A.M. woke in the mornin
With Hen, Caffiene and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of doze
Lil Ripsta, n____ Mista Clean
n____ Dean, deep in my temple and not to get
sentimentally sting, wit my
Instrumelody, and heated
especially for your team
And a forty-five indeed will beam
in between the scenes destroy your dreams
You willin to die, we'll see
how many flees when I cause the scene
We mean mug, Mo Thugs
Trained to be perfect, disciples
When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword
Triple, six rivals spittin fire
This the real truth, b____
Breakin out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon six-six-five
It's wild, bless the child
The one that became a man
Put in positions over the pay
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend
Pick up my pen, and my hemp
One of my trusted friend friend, 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'
And daily recruitin there's a thug born
Everyday in the ghetto
We start em off little we give em a bottle
and a pen and a pad to hit the lead now kick it

(Krayzie)
n____ roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot
To the dome wit a shot of bird
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as f*ck son gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells
to put in this twelve gauge sawed off
Get em all off, n____ yo' loss, take it all off
Got a n____ car door
But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs
They need the most help to pull it in doves
And b*tch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, f*cked up
Now let me get done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get done with the crime
Smokin the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But Willie be servin em clemency
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin
like gimme back me money
Thuggin with me killers, need us a leader
or liquor but n____z ain't got sh*t
Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol
Now who ready to get bent
n____ like me feenin 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: Intro 3, Intro 2

(Layzie)
Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic
Droppin down licks betta call on my gadgets
With an automatics status we spray time to load the glocks
But I'm thinkin not
There's another he forced tellin me do what I gotta do
So my other partnuh n____ die tonight
And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue
Biggie booms on my a$$ now provide the cellular phone
The carphone, what's happenin
Grab artillery n____z start packin
Cause a motherfu*ker try to get me in a jacket, and I did him
Hit him right between the eyes, despise the wise
Wanna test a n____ size, that'll cost him
n____ f*ck around wit the wrong sh*t
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____z wanna have a little fun wit number one
One, one, then it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
But it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
But it red red rum