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NOTORIOUS B.I.G. featuring Bone thugs-n-harmony |
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Bizzy: |
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Bone and Biggie, Biggie. |
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It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . |
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Krayzie: |
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We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. |
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Better run and tell everybody [everybody, everybody]. |
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alternating with Layzie: |
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Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . . |
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Bizzy: |
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Get high, get high, get high . . . |
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This is a lake of fire, but I can't even hold on. |
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[Simulated clapping.] |
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Krayzie: |
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Notorious thugs. |
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Layzie: |
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Nothin' but them thugstas. Nothin' but them thugstas [thugstas]. |
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Notorius B.I.G.: |
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Armed and dangerous: ain't too many can bang with us. Straight up ******, no |
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angel dust. Label us notorious thug-ass ******s that love to bust. It's strange |
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to us, y'all ******s be scramblin', gamblin' up in restaurants with mandolins |
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and violins. We just sittin' here tryin' to win, try not to sin, high off ****** |
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and lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins. |
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******, you'd should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you. Been in |
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this ******t since ninety-two. Look at all the bull******t I've been through: |
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so-called beef with you-know-who, ****** a few female stars or two. Then a blue |
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light, ******s move like Mike, ******t, not to be ****** with. Mutha******a, better |
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duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs love to buck ******t. ****** the luck, ******t, |
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strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game. Spit your game, talk your ******t, |
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grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Pass that |
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******, I gotsta light one. All them ******s, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I |
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gotsta like one. Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna do: fight or run? |
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Seems to me that you'll take B, Bone and B.I.G., ******, die slowly. I'm a tell |
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you like a ****** told me, cash rules everything 'round me. ******t, lyrically, |
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******s can't see me. ****** it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it. Know the |
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******, before you caught yourself lovin' it. ******, roll the Benz, ******' in |
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it. Doesn't it seem odd to you? B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews. |
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Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew. Who's the killa: me or you? |
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Puff Daddy: |
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We forgive you, for you know not what you do. |
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Bizzy: |
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Seven A.M. woke in the morning, with Hen and caffiene and green and nicotine. |
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No dough, so pop a couple of those. Little RIPsta, ******, Mr. Clean make it |
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gleam, deep in my temple, and I go get sentimentally steamed with my |
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instrumelody and heated especially for your team and the forty-five indeed will |
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beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. You willing to die? We'll see |
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how many flee when I 'cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo Thug, trained to be |
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perfect disciples when it's survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple |
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six rivals spittin' fire, that's the real truth, ******, breakin' down for |
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lives, my Messiah, better get ready for Armageddon, shoots expired, it's wild. |
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Bless the child, the one that became a man, but them positions' already there, |
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all that I had to do was stare. Test me now, contend, never no surrender, no |
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pretend, pick up my gun in my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends. Hey, open |
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and let 'em see if we're real. We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we |
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ain't marchi |
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n', we shootin', and daily recrutin'. There's a thug born everyday in the |
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ghetto. We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bottle and a pen and pad. They |
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hit the label, kick it. |
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Krayzie: |
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Little Kray roll on over to the dark spot, to the dome with a shot of burb, now |
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me go back to the curb. Me feelin' that urge to splurge, but I'm broke as ******. |
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"Sin, gimme that Mos******erg swerve." Off into my pad, 'cause I gotta get my mask |
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and shells to put in this twelve-gauge sawed-off, get 'em mauled off, ******, |
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y'all lost. They get hauled off. Got a ****** callin', though, for the pump, now |
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Leatherface, Sin runnin', thuggin' and cuttin', Lil' Mo! Hart quick to pull it, |
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ain't nothin'. ******, if you're steppin', we're buckin' them guts. That's |
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****** up. Now let me get down for the crime. Got to go purchase a dime, put in |
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the state, ****** double the crime, smokin' the reefer to ease my mind. Swig |
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some wine, step on the block with the rocks, but really me servin' 'em dummies, |
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see. Gotta buck 'em on down, if they come talkin' like, "Give me back me |
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money." Thuggin' with me killas, need us a liter of liquor, but ******s ain't |
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got ******t, but a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get back |
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? ****** like me fiendin' for them green leaves, but I ain't had no dough. Gotta |
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make some money, so I makin' my dummy rocks, if I go broke. |
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It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie. |
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It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . |
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Krayzie: |
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We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. |
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Better run and tell everybody [everybody]. |
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alternating with Layzie: |
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Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . . |
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Bizzy: |
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Get high, get high, get high . . . |
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Layzie: |
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[Yeah.] Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture, fin to get ya and hit |
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ya with magic, drivin' out late, but I call on my gadgets. With an automatic |
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status, we spray. Time to load the glocks, but I'm thinkin' not, there's |
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another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do, so I up my pipe, a ****** |
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dyin' tonight, and I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue, biggy-blue's on my |
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ass. Now, I whip out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'? Grab |
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artillery. ******s start packin', 'cause a mutha******a tried to get me in a |
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jackin', and I did him." Hit 'em right between the eyes. The spot was wise. |
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Wanna test a ******'s size, and it cost him. ****** ****** around with the wrong |
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******t, y'all get mo mudered all day, all day. We can play that way, and I'm on |
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the run. I'm a call my boys, and bring all the guns. Y'all ******s wanna have a |
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little fun with #1, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, |
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redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum. |
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Bizzy: |
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It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie. |
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It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . |
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Krayzie: |
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We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. |
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Better run and tell everybody [everybody]. |
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alternating with Layzie: |
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Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . . |
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Bizzy: |
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Get high, get high, get high . . . |
