Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ft. Notorious BIG – Notorious Thugs

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People just love weed. There is no doubt about that. It may not be scientifically proven, but that doesn’t make it less true.

More important, however, is how much this song is infused by the influence of weed. If weed made artists to drop a hit record like Notorious Thugs, how can that be a wrong thing?

Notorious Thus is one of my most favorite tracks brought by Bone Thugs N Harmony. Notorious BIG definitely is a legendary lyricist.

Notorious Thugs Lyrics

Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high
Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high

It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Notorious thugs (Nothing but the gangstas, nothing but the gangstas, thugs, thugs)
Notorious thugs (Nothing but the gangstas, nothing but the gangstas, thugs, thugs)

It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high
Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high

[The Notorious BIG]
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 restaraunts with mandolins, and violins
We just sittin’ here tryin’ to win, tryin’ not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin’ them Benjamins

Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game’ll do to you
Been in this shit since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you know who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then I blew like, niggas knew like Mike, shit,
Not to be fucked with

Motherfucker 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 yo’ game, talk yo’ shit
Grab yo’ gat, call yo’ click
Squeeze yo’ clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas I got to fight one
All them hoes I got ta like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?

Seems to me that you’ll take B
Bone and Big, nigga die slowly
I’mma 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
Know the bitch ‘fore you caught yourself lovin’ it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin’ it
Doesn’t it seem odd to you
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes
Who’s the killa, me or you?

[Puff Daddy]
We forgive you, for you not know what you do

[Bizzy Bone]
Seven A.M. woke in the mornin’
With Hen and caffine and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of doze
Lil Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean
Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get
Sentimentally sting, wit my
Instrumelody, and heated
Especially for your team
And a forty-five indeed will beam
In between the scenes destroy your dreams
You willin’ to die, we’ll see
How many flees when I ’cause the scene
We mean mug, Mo Thugs
Trained to be perfect, disciples
When it’s survival tongue, never double-edged sword
Triple, six rivals spittin’ fire
This the real truth, bitch
Breakin’ out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shit’s expired
It’s wild, bless the child
The one that became a man
Put in positions off in the Claire
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend
Pick up my pen, in my hand
One of my trusted friend friend, hey
Open it let’s see if we’re real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin
Baby we ain’t marchin we shootin’
In daily recruitin’ there’s a tough law
Everyday in the ghetto
We start ’em off little we give ’em a bottle
And a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it

[Krayzie Bone]
Nigga roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot
To the dome wit a shot of bird
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin’ that urge to splurge
But I’m broke as fuck son gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag, ’cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this twelve gauge sawed off
Get ’em all off, nigga yo’ loss, take it all off
Got a nigga car door
But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin’ they Thugs
They need the most help to pull it in doves
And bitch if you stickin’ we buckin’ them guzzlers, fucked up
Now let me get done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get done with the crime
Smokin’ the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But really we be serving ’em dummies, see?
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talking
Like “gimme back me money”
Thugging with me killers
Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain’t got shit
With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol
Now who ready to get bent?
Nigga like me fiending for them green leaves
But I ain’t had no dough
Gotta make some money, so
I’m making my dummy rocks if I go broke

It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high
Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high

[Layzie Bone]
Yeah, Little Lay, hey, coming in the form of scripture
Finna get you and hit you with magic
Droppin’ down lead but I call it my gadgets
With an automatic-status, we spray, time to load the Glocks
But I’m thinking 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 running from the boys in blue
Biggie, blue’s on my ass, pull out the cellular phone to call Bone
“What’s happenin’?”
Grab artillery, a nigga start packing
‘Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin’, and I did him
Hit him right between the eyes, the spot was wise
Wanna test a nigga size, it’ll cost him
Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit
Y’all get mo’ murdered all day, all day
We done paved the way and I’m on the run
I’mma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y’all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1?

Bloody red red, rum rum rum rum rum rum
That red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
That red red rum

It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high
Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high

It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It’s Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high
Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Get high, get high, get high

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