Notorius B. I. G.:
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 o ygen,
steadily countin' them Benjamins.
Nigga, you'd should, too,
If you knew what this
game would do to you.
Been in this s t since ninety two.
Look at all the bullshit
I've been through:
So called beef with you know who,
F ked a few female stars or two.
Then a blue light,
Niggas move like Mike,
Shit,
Not to be f ked with.
Muthaf ka, better duck quick,
'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit.
F k 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 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 n a told me,
Cash rules everything 'round me.
Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see me.
F k it. Buy the coke,
cook the coke, cut it.
Know the bitch, before you
caught yourself lovin' it.
Nigga, roll the Benz, f kin' 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?
Puff Daddy:
We forgive you, for you
know not what you do.
Bizzy:
Seven A. M. Woke in the morning, with
Henney, caffiene and green and nicotine.
No dough, so I pop a couple'a foes.
Little ripsta, nigga, Mr. Clean make it
Gleam, deep in my temple, and I gotta
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
Si rivals spittin' fire, that's the
real truth, bitch, breakin' down for
Lives, my Messiah, better get ready for
Armageddon, shoots e pired, 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 marchi
N', 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
n a 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, n a 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
? n a 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 n a
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 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. n a 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. ..
