Nototious Thugs Lyrics

[Chorus: x4]
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [Repeat: x8]
Let's Ride [Repeat: x3]
Get High [Repeat: x3]

[Biggie, BizzyBone & KrayzieBone]
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, its strange to us
Y'all niggas be scrambling, gambling
Up in restaurants with mandolins and
Violins. We just sittin' here trying to win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins, nigga
You should too, if uou knew, what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92
Look at all the bullshit l been through
Sure caught beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Then a blue light niggas knew like
Mike-shit not to be fuck wit.
Motherfucker better duck quick, cause me and my
Dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim
Go operation just to kick the game.
Spit yo' game,
Talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
Squeeze your clip and hit the right one
Pass that weed l gotta light one
All them niggas l gotta fight one
All them hoes l gotta like one
Our situation is a tight one what you wanna do? fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take thee,
Bone and Big nigga die slowly
L'ma tell you like a nigga told me, cash rule
Everything around me.
Shit lyrically, niggas can't see me, fuck it, buy the
Coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before u caught yourself lovin
It--nigga wit a Benz fucking it.
Doesn't it seem odd to you
Big comes through wit
Mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudes
Who's the killer? me or you?
(We forgive you for you know not what you do)

Seven A.M. woke in the mornin' wit henn and caffeine and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of dough, Lil' Rippsta, nigga mista clean, nigga
Deep, deep in my tumble and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit
My, instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed will
Beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams, you willing to die we'll see
How many faces when l cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo' Thugs trying to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for lies my
Messiah steady get ready for Armageddon shoot 6-5. It's wild, bless the child,
The one that became a man
Put in positions out and we perve
All that l had to do was stare.
Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend
Pick up my pen and my hemp
All in my trust a friend, friend. Hey! open and lets see if
Ya' real, we all suited dig bout 4 in da mornin', maybe we ain't marchin' we
Shootin', and then they recruitin' theirs they forgot, everyday in the ghetto,
We start em' off ending with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now
Kick it

Nigga roll wit Bone up into the days of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn,
Never do toss on the curb me feelin' the urge to sperve, when Im broke as
Fucks and giving that mossburg swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask
And shells, to put in this 12 gauge sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'
Loss, take it all off, got a nigga caught doe. For the Bone and leather face
Seemin' to thug in the cut, to let da mo' how many pulling ain't nothing, bitch
If ya stick em' we buckin' em guns dats fucked up. '
Now lemme get down wit the
Crime, gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get down for the crime
Smokin da reefa to ease my mind, swig some wine.
Step on the block when
The rocks what will l be servin' them dummies see
Gotta buck em' on down if he
Come back talkin like gimme back my money.
Thugging with me killers, need us a
Leader or lick up when niggas ain't got shit
With a sawed off pump chrome 38
Pistol now who ready to get bent.
Nigga like me feenin' for them green
Leaves, but l ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money so, I'm making my dummy
Rocks if l go broke.

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse Two: Layzie Bone]
Lil' Lay hey coming in a form of scripture, finna get ya and hit magic
Droppin' down lick but l call on my gadgets, with a automatic status we
Spray time to load the glocks but l'm thinking not, there's another he forced
Telling me do what l gotta do
So l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l'm
Always waiting for the boys in blue.
Biggie boots on my ass now go'n right the
Cellular phone and call Bone what's happenin'
Grab a ten of real niggas start
Packin', cause a motherfucker try to get me in a jackin' and l did em'.
Hit em'right between the eyes the spot was wise
Wanna test a nigga's size and it cost em'
Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit ya'll get mo' murdered all day, all
Day. We done paved the way and l'm on da run
I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggas wanna have a lil' fun wit number one, one, in a red red
Rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum

[Chorus]