Il testo della Notorius thugs

(chorus: repeat 4x) it's bone and biggie, biggie (repeat 8x) let's ride (repeat 3x) get high (repeat 3x) (verse one: biggie, bizzybone,krayziebone) aint too many can bang with us armed and dangerous straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious. thug ass niggas dat love to bust, its strange to us ya'll 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 u should too, if u knew, what this game'll do to u steadily countin' them benjamins. nigga been in this shit since '92 sure caught beef with u know look at all the bullshit l been thru who fuck a few female stars or two then a bluelight niggas knew like mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. muthafucka betta duck quick..'causez me and my go operation just to dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim kick da game. spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip and hit the right one pass dat weed l gotta light one all all them hoes l gotta like one them niggas l gotta fight one a tight one our situation is bone and big nigga die slowly what u wanna do? fight or run? seems to me dat you'll take thee, l'ma tell u like a nigga told me, cash rule everything around me. shiiit lyrically, niggas can't see me, fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before u caught yourself lovin big comes thru wit it--nigga wit a benz fuckin it. doesn't it seem odd to u mobs and crews goodfellas down to da mo' thug dudes (we forgive you for you know not what you do) who's da killa? me or you? seven a.m. woke in da mornin' wit henn and caffiene and green and nicotine no dough so pop a couple of dough, lil' rippsta..nigga mista clean, nigga my..instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed will deep--deep in my tumble and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams, you willin to die we'll see how many faces when l cause the scene. we mean mug, mo' thugs tyrin to be perfect--disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple, messiah steady get ready for armogeddon shoot 6-5. lt's wild, bless da child, the one dat became a man six rivals spittin' fire this da real truth bitch, breakin down for lies my 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 aint marchin' we shootin', and then they recruitin' theirs they forgot..everyday in da ghetto, we start em' off endin with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now kick it...... nigga roll wit bone up into da dayz of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn, fucks and givin dat mossburg swerve. up into my bag, 'cause l gotta get my mask never do toss on da curb/me feelin' da urge to sperve, when l'm broke as and shells--to put in this 12 guage sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off, got a nigga caught doe. for the bone and leatherface if ya stick em' we buckin' em guns dats fucked up. now lemme get down wit da seemin' to thug in da cut--to let da mo' how many pullin aint nothin'--bitch crime, gotta go purchase a dime put in a state to get down for da crime smokin da reefa to ease my mind, swig some wine. step on da block when da rocks what will l be servin' them dummies see gotta buck em' on down if he come back talkin like gimme back my money. thuggin wit me killaz, need us a leader or lick up when niggas aint 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 aint had no dough gotta make some money so, l'm makin my dummy rocks if l go broke. (chorus 2x) (verse two: layzie bone) lil' lay hey comin 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 da glocks but l'm thinkin not, there's another he forced tellin me do what l gotta do alwayz waitin for da boys in blue.--biggie boots on my ass now go'n right the cellular phone and call bone what's happenin' so l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l'm grab a ten of real niggas start packin', 'cause a muthafucka try to get me in a jackin' and l did em'. hit em' right between the eyes da spot was wise wanna test a nigga's size and it cost em' nigga fuck around wit da wrong shit ya'll get mo' murdered all day, all day. we done paved da way and l'm on da run l'ma call my boys and bring all da guns ya'll niggas wanna have a lil' fun wit number one, one, in a red red rum........ rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red (chorus to fade)