Bone Thugs-N-Harmony | Lyrics | Notorious Thugs

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)

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 should, too
If you knew what this game would do to you
Been in this s*** since ninety-two
Look at all the b******* I've been through
So-called b*** with you-know-who

F***** a few female stars or two
Then a blue light, niggas move like Mike
S***, not to be f***** with, muthafucka, better duck quick
'Cuz me and my dogs love to buck s***
F*** the luck, s***, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit your game, talk your s***, 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

S***, lyrically, niggas can't see me
F*** it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the b****, before you caught yourself lovin' it
Nigga, roll the Benz, f*****' 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 caffeine and green and nicotine
No dough, so pop a couple of those
Little RIPsta, nigga, Mr. Clean make it gleam
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
'Cuz 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, b****, 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

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 f***
"Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve" Off into my pad
'Cuz 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'
B****, if you're steppin', we're buckin' them guts
That's f***** 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 s***
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'
'Cuz 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 f*** around with the wrong s***
Y'all get mo' murdered 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 number 1, 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