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 Rate Notorious Thugs
Artist : Bone thugs n harmony
Song : Notorious thugs
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-ass niggas
that love to bust. It's strange to us, y'all
niggas 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. Nigga, you'd shoot, too, if you knew
what this game would do to you. Been in this
shit since ninety-two. Look at
all the bullshit I've been through: so-called
beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars
or two. Then a blue light,
niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be fucked
with. Muthafucka, 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 click,
squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Pass that
weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, 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., nigga, die slowly. I'm a tell you like a
nigga told me, cash rules everything 'round me.
Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see
me. Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut
it. Know the bitch, before you caught yourself
lovin' it. Nigga, roll the Benz,
fuckin' 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, nigga, 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,
bitch, 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 fuck. '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, nigga, y'all lost. They get hauled
off. Got a nigga callin', though, for the
pump, now Leatherface, Sin runnin', thuggin' and
cuttin', Lil' Mo! Hart quick to pull it, ain't
nothin'. Bitch, if you're steppin',
we're buckin' them guts. That's fucked up. Now
let me get down for the crime. Got to go
purchase a dime, put in the state,
nigga 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 niggas
ain't got shit, but a sawed-off pump, chrome .38
pistol, now who ready to get back?
Nigga 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 nigga
dyin' tonight, and I'm always runnin' from the
boys in blue, biggy-blue's on my
ass. Now, I whip out the cellular phone to call
Bone, 'What's happenin'? Grab artillery. Niggas
start packin', 'cause a
muthafucka tried to get me in a jackin', and I
did him.' Hit 'em right between the eyes. The
spot was wise. Wanna test a
nigga's size, and it cost him. Nigga fuck around
with the wrong shit, 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 niggas wanna have a
little fun with #1, bloody red,
redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red,
redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody 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 . . .
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