Notorious Thugs - Notorious B.I.G. & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Intro 1-5: Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony 

[Intro 1] 

(Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party 
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party 
Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and tell everybody 
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Everybody, everybody 

[Intro 2] 

(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 

[Intro 3] 

Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) We gonna rock the party 
Rock the party, party 
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) Betta run and tell everybody 
Everybody, everybody 

[Intro 4] 

No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters 
Nuthin but them thugster thugsters 
No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters 
Nuthin but them thugster thugsters 

Chorus: Intro 3 and Intro 4 overlapped, Intro 2 

[Biggie] 
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us 
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious 
Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's strange to us 
Y'all niggaz 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 
Nigga you should too, if you knew 
What this game'll do to you 
Been in this shit since ninety-two 
Look at all the bullshit I been through 
So-called beef with you know who 
Fuck 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 yo' game, talk yo' shit 
Grab yo' gat, call yo' click 
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one 
Pass that weed, I got to light one 
All them niggaz 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 B 
Bone and Big, nigga die slowly 
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me 
Cash Rule Everything Around Me 
Shit, lyrically, niggaz can't see me 
Fuck it, buy the coke 
Cook the coke, cut it 
Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' 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 killa, me or you? 

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

[Bizzy] 
Seven A.M. woke in the mornin 
With Hen and caffine 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 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, bitch 
Breakin out for lies 
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shit's expired 
It's wild, bless the child 
The one that became a man 
Put in positions off in the Claire 
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 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 
In daily recruitin there's a tough law 
Everyday in the ghetto 
We start em off little we give em a bottle 
and a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it 

[Krayzie] 
Nigga 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 fuck 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, nigga yo' loss, take it all off 
Got a nigga car door 
But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs 
They need the most help to pull it in doves 
And bitch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, 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 
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 niggaz ain't got shit 
Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol 
Now who ready to get bent 
Nigga 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 otha potnah nigga die tonight 
And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue 
Biggie booms on my ass now provide the cellular phone 
The carphone, what's happenin 
Grab artillery niggaz start packin 
Cause a motherfucker try to get me in a jacket, and I did him 
Hit him right between the eyes, despise the wise 
Wanna test a nigga size, that'll cost him 
Nigga fuck around wit the wrong shit 
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 niggaz 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 

Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2, Intro 3, Intro 2