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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, noangel dust. Label us notorious thug-ass niggas
that love to bust. It's strangeto us, y'all
niggas be scramblin', gamblin' up in restaurants with
mandolinsand violins. We just sittin' here
tryin' to win, try not to sin, high off weedand lots
of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them
Benjamins.Nigga, you'd should, too, if you knew what
this game would do to you. Been inthis shit since
ninety-two. Look at all the bullshit I've been through:so-called beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars or
two. Then a bluelight, niggas move like Mike, shit, not to
be fucked with. Muthafucka, betterduck quick, 'cause
me and my dogs love to buck shit. Fuck 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 thatweed, I gotsta
light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes,
Igotsta 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 tellyou
like a nigga told me, cash rules everything 'round me.
Shit, lyrically,niggas can't see me. Fuck it. Buy the
coke, cook the coke, cut it. Know thebitch, before you
caught yourself lovin' it. Nigga, roll the Benz,
fuckin' init. 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 itgleam,
deep in my temple, and I go get sentimentally steamed with myinstrumelody and heated especially for your team and the
forty-five indeed willbeam in between the seams, destroy
your dreams. You willing to die? We'll seehow many
flee when I 'cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo Thug, trained
to beperfect disciples when it's survival time, die
by double-edged sword, triplesix rivals spittin'
fire, that's the real truth, bitch, breakin' down
forlives, 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, nopretend, pick up my gun in my hand, one of my
trusty friend, friends. Hey, openand let 'em see if
we're real. We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin, baby,
weain't marchin', we shootin', and
daily recrutin'. There's a thug born everyday in
theghetto. We start 'em off little, we give 'em
a bottle and a pen and pad. Theyhit the label, kick it.Krayzie:Little Kray roll on over to the dark spot,
to the dome with a shot of burb, nowme go back to the
curb. Me feelin' that urge to splurge, but I'm broke
as fuck."Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve." Off into my
pad, 'cause I gotta get my maskand 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, nowLeatherface, Sin
runnin', thuggin' and cuttin', Lil' Mo! Hart
quick to pull it,ain't nothin'. Bitch, if
you're steppin', we're buckin' them guts.
That'sfucked up. Now let me get down for the crime.
Got to go purchase a dime, put inthe state, nigga double
the crime, smokin' the reefer to ease my mind. Swigsome wine, step on the block with the rocks, but really me
servin' 'em dummies,see. Gotta buck 'em on
down, if they come talkin' like, "Give me back memoney." Thuggin' with me killas, need us a liter of
liquor, but niggas ain'tgot shit, but a sawed-off
pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get back? Nigga
like me fiendin' for them green leaves, but I ain't
had no dough. Gottamake some money, so I makin' my
dummy rocks, if I go broke.It's 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].alternating with Layzie:Ride. Let's ride.
Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .Bizzy:Get high, get high, get high . . .Layzie:[Yeah.] Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form
of scripture, fin to get ya and hitya with magic,
drivin' out late, but I call on my gadgets. With an
automaticstatus, we spray. Time to load the glocks, but
I'm thinkin' not, there'sanother evil force
tellin' me to do what I gotta do, so I up my pipe, a
niggadyin' tonight, and I'm always runnin'
from the boys in blue, biggy-blue's on myass. Now, I
whip out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's
happenin'? Grabartillery. Niggas start packin',
'cause a muthafucka tried to get me in ajackin',
and I did him." Hit 'em right between the eyes. The spot
was wise.Wanna test a nigga's size, and it cost him.
Nigga fuck around with the wrongshit, y'all get mo
mudered all day, all day. We can play that way, and I'm
onthe run. I'm a call my boys, and bring all the
guns. Y'all niggas wanna have alittle fun with #1,
bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red,redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum.Bizzy:It's 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].alternating with Layzie:Ride.
Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and .
. .Bizzy:Get high, get high, get high . . .

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Songwriters: COMBS, SEAN/WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER/HENDERSON, ANTHONY