notorious thugs lyrics

“Notorious Thugs”
(feat. Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony)
(from “Notorious” soundtrack)

And Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon’ rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
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, c’mon, c’mon
(This a lake of fire right here)
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon’ rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Notorious thugs
Nothin’ but them thugstas, nothin’ but them thugsta thugstas
Notorious thugs
Nothin’ but them thugstas, nothin’ but them thugsta thugstas

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 tryna win, try 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 ’92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then I blew like 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 clique
Squeeze yo’ clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you 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 niggas 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 killer: me or you?

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7 A.M. woke in the morning
With Hen’ and caffeine and green and nicotine
No-Doz so pop a couple of those
Lil’ RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean, make it gleam
Deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally steamed
With my instrumelody, and heated, especially for your team
And a .45 indeed will beam
In between the scenes, destroy your dreams
You willin’ to die? We’ll see
How many flee when I cause the scene?
We mean mug, Mo’ Thugs, trained to be perfect disciples
When it’s survival, tongue is a double-edged sword
Triple six rivals spittin’ fire
This the real truth, bitch, breakin’ out for lies
My Messiah’s better be ready for Armageddon, shit’s expired
It’s wild, bless the child, the one that became a man
Put in positions off in the Clair
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-friends
Hey, open it, let’s see if for real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin: baby, we ain’t marchin’, we shootin’
In daily recruitin’, there’s a thug born everyday in the ghetto
We start ’em off little, we give ’em a bible
And a pen and a pad to hit the label—kick it, nigga!

Nigga roll with Bone up into the dank spot
To the dome with a shot of burb
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin’ that urge to splurge
But I’m broke as fuck, Sin, give me that Mossberg swerve!
Up into my bag ’cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off
Get ’em hauled off, nigga, y’all loss
Take it all off, got a nigga caught off
But the Bone, not Leatherface
Too many are thinkin’ they thugs
And little Mo Hart want to pull it and bust it
And bitch, if you steppin’, we buckin’ them guns, that’s 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 really we be servin’ them dummies, see?
Gotta buck him on down
If he come back talkin’ like, “Give me back me money!”
Thuggin’ with me killers
Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain’t got shit
With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol
Now who ready to get bent?
Nigga like me fiendin’ 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