[Notorious BIG]Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with usStraight up weed - no angel dust, label us "Notorious"Thug ass niggas that love to bust; it's strange to usY'all niggas be scrambling, gamblingUp in restaurants with mandolins and violinsWe just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sinHigh off weed and lots of ginSo much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them BenjaminsNigga you should too, if you knewWhat this game'll do to youBeen in this shit since '92Look at all the bullshit I been through!So-called beef with you-know-whoFucked a few female stars or twoNigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shitNot to be fucked withMotherfucker better duck quick causeMe and my dogs love to buck shitFuck the luck shit, strictly aimNo aspirations to quit the gameSpit your game, talk your shitGrab your Gat, call your cliqueSqueeze your clip, hit the right onePass that weed, I got to light oneAll them niggas, I got to fight oneAll them hoes, I got to like oneOur situation is a tight oneWhatcha gonna do: fight or run?Seems to me that you'll take BBone and Big, nigga: die slowlyI'mma tell you like a nigga told me:"Cash Rules Everything Around Me"Shit...lyrically, niggas can't see meFuck it, buy the cokeCook the coke, cut itKnow the bitch 'fore you caught yourself loving itNigga with a Benz fuckin' itDoesn't it seem odd to you?Big come through with mobs and crewsGoodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudesWho's the killer, me or you?(We forgive you, for you know not what you do)[Bizzy]7 A.M., woke in the morningWith Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotineNo dough, so pop a couple of dozeLil' RIPsta, nigga Mista CleanNigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to getSentimental, I sting with myInstrumelody, and heatedEspecially for your teamAnd a .45, indeed, will beamIn between the scenes. Destroy your dreamsYou willing to die? We'll seeHow many flee when I cause the sceneWe mean mug, Mo' ThugsTrained to be perfect disciplesWhen it's survival, tongue is a double-edged swordTriple six rivals spitting fireThis the real truth, bitchBreaking out for liesMy Messiahs better be ready for Armageddon, shit's expiredIt's wild, bless the childThe one that became a manPut in positions off in the ClairAll that I had to do was stareTest me now. Contender - never no surrender, no pretendPick up my pen in my handOne of my trusted friend-friends, heyOpen it! Let's see if we're real, we all suitedBeg my pardon to MartinBaby we ain't marching, we shooting!In daily recruiting there's a thug bornEveryday in the ghettoWe start em off little, we give em a bottleAnd a pen and a pad to hit the label, kick it[Krayzie]Nigga roll with Bone up into the Thug spotTo the dome with a shot of birdNever get tossed to the curbBe feeling that urge to splurgeBut I'm broke as fuck son, gimme that Mossberg swerveUp into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shellsTo put in this 12-gauge sawed-offGet em all off: nigga your loss, take it all offGot a nigga car doorBut the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinking they thugsThey need the most help to pull it in dovesAnd bitch: if you sticking, we bucking them cause that's fucked upNow let me get done with the grimeGotta go purchase a dimePut in a state to get done with the crimeSmoking the reefer to ease my mindSwig some wine, step on the block with the rocksBut really we be serving em dummies, see?Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkingLike "gimme back me money"Thugging with me killers,Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shitWith a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistolNow who ready to get bent?Nigga like me fiending for them green leavesBut I ain't had no doughGotta make some money, soI'm making my dummy rocks if I go broke[Hook]Just Bone and Biggie Biggie, we gonna rock the partyRock the party, partyJust Bone and Biggie Biggie, better run and tell everybodyEverybody, everybodyLet's ride let's ride let's ride let's rideGet high, get high, get high, c'monLet's ride let's ride let's ride let's rideGet high, get high, get high[Layzie]Yeah, Little Lay, hey, coming in the form of scriptureFinna get you and hit you with magicDroppin down lead but I call it my gadgetsWith an automatic-status, we spray, time to load the GlocksBut I'm thinking notThere's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta doSo I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonightAnd I'm always running from the boys in blueBiggie, blue’s on my ass, pull out the cellular phone to call Bone"What's happenin'?"Grab artillery, a nigga start packingCause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin, and I did himHit him right between the eyes, the spot was wiseWanna test a nigga size, it'll cost himNigga fuck around with the wrong shitY'all get mo' murdered all day, all dayWe done paved the way and I'm on the runI'mma call my boys say "bring all the guns"Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1?Bloody "red red - rum rum rum rum rum rum"
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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