Notorious B.I.G. - Notorius Thugs Lyrics
Intro 1-5: bone-thugz-n-harmony[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](lets) ride lets ride lets ride lets rideGet high, get high, get high, cmonLets ride lets ride lets ride lets 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 tell everybodyEverybody, 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 thugstersChorus: intro 3 and intro 4 overlapped, intro 2[biggie]Armed and dangerous, aint too many can bang with usStraight up weed no angel dust, label us notoriousThug ass niggaz that love to bust, its strange to usYall niggaz 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 gamell do to youBeen in this shit since ninety-twoLook at all the bullshit I been throughSo-called beef with you know who***** a few female stars or twoNigga, blue light, nigga, move like mike, shitNot to be *****ed withMother*****er better duck quick, causeMe and my dogs love to buck shit***** the luck shit, strictly aimNo aspirations to quit the gameSpit yo game, talk yo shitGrab yo gat, call yo clickSqueeze yo clip, hit the right onePass that weed, I got to light oneAll them niggaz 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 youll take bBone and big, nigga die slowlyIma tell you like a nigga told meCash rule everything around meShit, lyrically, niggaz cant see me***** it, buy the cokeCook the coke, cut itKnow the ***** fore you caught yourself lovin itNigga with a benz *****in itDoesnt it seem odd to youBig come through with mobs and crewsGoodfellas down to the mo thugs dudesWhos the killa, me or you?(we forgive you, for you know not what you do)[bizzy]Seven a.m. woke in the morninWith hen and caffine and green and nicotineNo dough so pop a couple of dozeLil ripsta, nigga 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, well seeHow many flees when I cause the sceneWe mean mug, mo thugsTrained to be perfect, disciplesWhen its survival tongue, never double-edged swordTriple, six rivals spittin fireThis the real truth, *****Breakin out for liesMy messiahs better be ready for armageddeon shits expiredIts wild, bless the childThe one that became a manPut in positions off in the claireAll that I had to do was stareTest me now, contender never no surrender no pretendPick up my pen, in my handOne of my trusted friend friend, heyOpen it lets see if were real, we all suitedBeg my pardon to martinBaby we aint marchin we shootinIn daily recruitin theres a tough lawEveryday in the ghettoWe start em off little we give em a bottleAnd a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it[krayzie]Nigga 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 Im broke as ***** 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, nigga yo loss, take it all offGot a nigga car doorBut the bone not leatherface, too many are thinkin they thugsThey need the most help to pull it in dovesAnd ***** if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, *****ed 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 niggaz aint got shitWit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistolNow who ready to get bentNigga like me feenin for them green leavesBut I aint had no doughGotta make some money soIm 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 Im thinkin notTheres another he forced tellin me do what I gotta doSo my otha potnah nigga die tonightAnd Im always runnin from the boys in blueBiggie booms on my ass now provide the cellular phoneThe carphone, whats happeninGrab artillery niggaz start packinCause a mother*****er try to get me in a jacket, and I did himHit him right between the eyes, despise the wiseWanna test a nigga size, thatll cost himNigga ***** around wit the wrong shitYall get mo murdered all day all dayWe done paved the way and Im on the runIma call my boys and bring all the gunsYall niggaz 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
