Notorious Thugs (Notorious B.I.G. featuring Bone Thugs N Harmony Lyrics

Bizzy:
Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .
Krayzie:
We gonna rock the party

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.

Krayzie:
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**k. "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, 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'. Bitch, if you're steppin',
we're buckin' them guts. That's f**ked 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 . . .
Krayzie:
We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party].
Better run and tell everybody [everybody].
alternating with Layzie:
Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high . . .

Layzie:
[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
a*s. Now, I whip out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'? Grab artillery. Niggas start packin', 'cause a
muthaf**ka 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**k around with the wrong shit, y'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. Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1, bloody red,
redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum.

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

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