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Notorius Thugs
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (repeat 8X)
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Let's Ride (repeat 3X)
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Get High (repeat 3X)
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Verse One: Biggie, BizzyBone,KrayzieBone
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Armed and dangerous/aint too many can bang with us/straight up weed no angel
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dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas dat love to bust, its strange to us
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ya'll niggas be scramblin, gamblin/up in restaurants with mandolins and
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violins. We just sittin' here tryin to win, try not to sin/high off weed and
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lots of gin/so much smoke need oxygen/steadily countin' them Benjamins. Nigga
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u should too, if u knew, what this game'll do to u/been in this shit since
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'92/look at all the bullshit l been thru/sure caught beef with u know
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who/fuck a few female stars or two/then a bluelight niggas knew like
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Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my
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dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim/go operation just to
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kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
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squeeze your clip and hit the right one/pass dat weed l gotta light one/all
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them niggas l gotta fight one/all them hoes l gotta like one/our situation is
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a tight one/what u wanna do? fight or run? Seems to me dat you'll take thee,
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Bone and Big nigga die slowly/l'ma tell u like a nigga told me, cash rule
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everything around me. Shiiit lyrically, niggas can't see me, fuck it, buy the
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coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before u caught yourself lovin
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it--nigga wit a Benz fuckin it. Doesn't it seem odd to u/Big comes thru wit
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mobs and crews/Goodfellas down to da Mo' Thug dudes/who's da killa? me or you?
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(We forgive you for you know not what you do)
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Seven A.M. woke in da mornin' wit henn and caffiene and green and nicotine/
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no dough so pop a couple of dough, Lil' Rippsta..nigga mista clean, nigga
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deep--deep in my tumble and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit
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my..instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed will
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beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams, you willin to die we'll
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see/how many faces when l cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo' Thugs tyrin to be
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perfect--disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
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six rivals spittin' fire this da real truth bitch, breakin down for lies my
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messiah steady get ready for armogeddon shoot 6-5. lt's wild, bless da child,
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the one dat became a man/put in positions out and we perve/all that l had to
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do was stare. Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend/pick up my
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pen/ and my hemp/all in my trust a friend, friend. Hey! open and lets see if
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ya' real, we all suited dig bout 4 in da mornin', maybe we aint marchin' we
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shootin', and then they recruitin' theirs they forgot..everyday in da ghetto,
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we start em' off endin with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now
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kick it......
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Nigga roll wit Bone up into da dayz of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn,
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never do toss on da curb/me feelin' da urge to sperve, when l'm broke as
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fucks and givin dat mossburg swerve. Up into my bag, cuz l gotta get my mask
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and shells--to put in this 12 guage sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'
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loss, take it all off, got a nigga caught doe. For the Bone and leatherface
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seemin' to thug in da cut--to let da mo' how many pullin aint nothin'--bitch
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if ya stick em' we buckin' em guns dats fucked up. Now lemme get down wit da
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crime, gotta go purchase a dime/put in a state to get down for da
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crime/smokin da reefa to ease my mind, swig some wine. Step on da block when
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da rocks what will l be servin' them dummies see/gotta buck em' on down if he
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come back talkin like gimme back my money. Thuggin wit me killaz, need us a
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leader or lick up when niggas aint got shit/with a sawed off pump chrome 38
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pistol now who ready to get bent. Nigga like me feenin' for them green
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leaves, but l aint had no dough/gotta make some money so, l'm makin my dummy
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rocks if l go broke.
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Chorus 2X
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Verse Two: Layzie Bone
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Lil' Lay hey comin in a form of scripture,finna get ya and hit
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magic/droppin' down lick but l call on my gadgets, with a automa |