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 racket]
(Notorious thugs)/
{Nothin' but them thugstas/Nothin' but them thugstas thugstas}
-Notorious 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 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 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/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?
-Puff Daddy-
We forgive you, for you know not what you do.
-Bizzy Bone-
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 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 Bone-
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, 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 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 . . . ]
-Layzie Bone-
(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/Wanna test a
nigga's size, and it cost him/Nigga fuck 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
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Notorious B.I.G./Bone Thugs~n~Harmony albums Life After Death / The Collection, Volume 1