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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Notorious Thugs Song Lyrics
Artist Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Album The Collection, Vol. 1
Released November 24, 1998
Label Sony
Song Notorious Thugs
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Bizzy:
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, everybody].
alternating
with Layzie:
Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high,
get high, get high . . .
This is a lake of fire, but I can't even hold on.
[Simulated clapping.]
Krayzie:
Notorious
thugs.
Layzie:
Nothin' but them thugstas. Nothin' but them thugstas [thugstas].

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 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, 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 nigga 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 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:
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 yo
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