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The Notorious B.I.G.

It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .
We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]
Better run and tell everybody [everybody, everybody]
Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .
Get high, get high, get high . . .
This is a lake of fire, but I can't even hold on
Notorious thugs
Nothin' but them thugstas. Nothin' but them thugstas [thugstas].
Notorious thugs

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 want to do: fight or run
Seems to me that you'll take be
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?

We forgive you, for you know not what you do.

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 recruitin'
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

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, why'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 . . .

We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]
Better run and tell everybody [everybody]
Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .
Get high, get high, get high . . .

[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. want to test a
Nigga's size, and it cost him. Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit, why'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. why'all niggas want to have a Little fun with number one, bloody red
Redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum

It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .
We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]
Better run and tell everybody [everybody]
Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .
Get high, get high, get high . . .

Written by JORDAN, STEVEN / COMBS, SEAN / WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER / HOWSE, STEVEN / MCCANE, BRYON / HENDERSON, ANTHONY
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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