Bone Thugs-N-Harmony (Feat Notoriuos B.I.G.) Notorious Thugs 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].

Notorius 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____s
That love to bust. it's strange to us, y'all n____s be scramblin', gamblin' up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. we just
Sittin' here tryin' to win, try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin. so much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them
Benjamins. n____, you'd shoot, too, if you knew what this game would do to you. been in this s___ since ninety-two. look at
All the bullshit i've been through: so-called beef with you-know-who, f___ed a few female stars or two. then a blue light,
n____s move like mike, s___, not to be f___ed with. m____fucka, better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs love to buck s___.
f___ the luck, s___, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game. spit your game, talk your s___, grab your gat, call your click,
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one. pass that weed, i gotsta light one. all them n____s, i gotsta fight one. all them hoes, i
Gotsta like one. our situation is a tight one. what you wanna do: fight or run? seems to me that you'll take b, bone and
B.i.g., n____, die slowly. i'm a tell you like a n____ told me, cash rules everything 'round me. s___, lyrically, n____s can't see
Me. f___ it. buy the c__e, cook the c__e, cut it. know the b____, before you caught yourself lovin' it. n____, roll the benz,
f___in' in it. doesn't it seem odd to you? b.i.g. come through with mobs and crews. goodfellas down for the mo thug
Crew. who's the killa: me or you?

Puff daddy:
We forgive you, for you know not what you do.

Bizzy:
Seven a.m. woke in the morning, with hen and caffiene and green and nicotine. no dough, so pop a couple of those. little
Ripsta, n____, mr. clean. make it deep, deep in my temple, and i go get sentimentally steamed with my instrumelody and
Heated especially for your team and the forty-five indeed will beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. you willing to
Die? we'll see how many flee when i 'cause the scene. we mean mug, mo thug, trained to be perfect disciples when it's
Survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple six rivals spittin' fire, that's the real truth, b____, breakin' down for lives, my
Messiah, better get ready for armageddon, shoots expired, it's wild. bless the child, the one that became a man, but them
Positions' already there, all that i had to do was stare. test me now, contend, never no surrender, no pretend, pick up my gun
In my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends. hey, open and let 'em see if we're real. we all suited, beg my pardon to martin,
Baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin', and daily recrutin'. there's a thug born everyday in the ghetto. we start 'em off little, we
Give 'em a bottle and a pen and pad. they hit the label, kick it.

Krayzie:
Little kray roll on over to the dark spot, to the dome with a shot of burb, now me go back to the curb. me feelin' that urge to
Splurge, but i'm broke as f___. "sin, gimme that mossberg swerve." off into my pad, 'cause i gotta get my mask and shells to
Put in this twelve-gauge sawed-off, get 'em mauled off, n____, y'all lost. they get hauled off. got a n____ callin', though, for the
Pump, now leatherface, sin runnin', thuggin' and cuttin', lil' mo! hart quick to pull it, ain't nothin'. b____, if you're steppin',
We're buckin' them guts. that's f___ed up. now let me get down for the crime. got to go purchase a dime, put in the state,
n____ double the crime, smokin' the reefer to ease my mind. swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks, but really me
Servin' 'em dummies, see. gotta buck 'em on down, if they come talkin' like, "give me back me money." thuggin' with me
Killas, need us a liter of liquor, but n____s ain't got s___, but a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get back?
n____ like me fiendin' for them green leaves, but i ain't had no dough. gotta make some money, so i makin' my dummy rocks,
If i go broke.

It's 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].
Alternating with layzie:
Ride. let's ride. let's ride. let's ride. come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high . . .

Layzie:
[yeah.] little lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture, fin to get ya and hit ya with magic, drivin' out late, but i call on my
Gadgets. with an automatic status, we spray. time to load the glocks, but i'm thinkin' not, there's another evil force tellin' me
To do what i gotta do, so i up my pipe, a n____ dyin' tonight, and i'm always runnin' from the boys in blue, biggy-blue's on my
a__. now, i whip out the cellular phone to call bone, "what's happenin'? grab artillery. n____s start packin', 'cause a
m____fucka tried to get me in a jackin', and i did him." hit 'em right between the eyes. the spot was wise. wanna test a
n____'s size, and it cost him. n____ f___ around with the wrong s___, y'all get mo mudered all day, all day. we can play that
Way, and i'm on the run. i'm a call my boys, and bring all the guns. y'all n____s wanna have a little fun with #1, b_____ red,
Redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, b_____ red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, b_____ red, redrum.

Bizzy:
It's 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].
Alternating with layzie:
Ride. let's ride. let's ride. let's ride. come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high . . .