| Get high, get high, get high, c’mon
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| Let’s ride let’s ride let’s ride let’s ride
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) We gonna rock the party
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| Rock the party, party
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| Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) Betta run and tell everybody
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| Everybody, everybody
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| No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters
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| Nuthin but them thugster thugsters
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| No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters
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| Nuthin but them thugster thugsters
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| Chorus: Intro 3 and Intro 4 overlapped, Intro 2
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| Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious
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| Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it’s strange to us
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| Y’all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin
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| Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins
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| We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin
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| High off weed and lots of gin
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| So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins
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| Nigga you should too, if you knew
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| What this game’ll do to you
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| Been in this shit since ninety-two
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| Look at all the bullshit I been through
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| So-called beef with you know who
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| Fuck a few female stars or two
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| Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit
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| not to be fucked with
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| Motherfucker better duck quick, cause
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| Me and my dogs love to buck shit
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| Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
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| No aspirations to quit the game
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| Spit yo’game, talk yo’shit
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| Grab yo’gat, call yo’click
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| Squeeze yo’clip, hit the right one
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| Pass that weed, I got to light one
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| All them niggaz I got ta fight one
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| All them hoes I got ta like one
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| Our situation is a tight one
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| Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
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| Seems to me that you’ll take B Bone and Big, nigga die slowly
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| I’ma tell you like a nigga told me Cash Rule Everything Around Me Shit, lyrically, niggaz can’t see me Fuck it, buy the coke
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| Cook the coke, cut it Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin’it
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| Nigga with a Benz fuckin it Doesn’t it seem odd to you
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| Big come through with mobs and crews
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| Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes
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| Who’s the killa, me or you?
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| (We forgive you, for you know not what you do)
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| Seven A.M. |
| woke in the mornin
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| With Hen and caffine and green and nicotine
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| No dough so pop a couple of doze
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| Lil Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean
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| Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get
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| sentimentally sting, wit my Instrumelody, and heated
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| especially for your team
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| And a forty-five indeed will beam
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| in between the scenes destroy your dreams
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| You willin to die, we’ll see
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| how many flees when I cause the scene
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| We mean mug, Mo Thugs
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| Trained to be perfect, disciples
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| When it’s survival tongue, never double-edged sword
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| Triple, six rivals spittin fire
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| This the real truth, bitch
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| Breakin out for lies
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| My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shit’s expired
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| It’s wild, bless the child
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| The one that became a man
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| Put in positions off in the Claire
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| All that I had to do was stare
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| Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend
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| Pick up my pen, in my hand
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| One of my trusted friend friend, hey
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| Open it let’s see if we’re real, we all suited
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| Beg my pardon to Martin
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| Baby we ain’t marchin we shootin
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| In daily recruitin there’s a tough law
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| Everyday in the ghetto
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| We start em off little we give em a bottle
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| and a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it Nigga roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot
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| To the dome wit a shot of bird
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| Never get tossed to the curb
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| Be feelin that urge to splurge
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| But I’m broke as fuck son gimme that Mossberg swerve
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| Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells
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| to put in this twelve gauge sawed off
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| Get em all off, nigga yo’loss, take it all off
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| Got a nigga car door
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| But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs
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| They need the most help to pull it in doves
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| And bitch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, fucked up Now let me get done with the grime
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| Gotta go purchase a dime
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| Put in a state to get done with the crime
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| Smokin the reefer to ease my mind
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| Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
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| But Willie be servin em clemency
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| Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin
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| like gimme back me money
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| Thuggin with me killers, need us a leader
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| or liquor but niggaz ain’t got shit |
| Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol
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| Now who ready to get bent
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| Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves
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| But I ain’t had no dough
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| Gotta make some money so
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| I’m makin my dummy rocks if I go broke
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| Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2
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| Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture
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| Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic
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| Droppin down licks betta call on my gadgets
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| With an automatics status we spray time to load the glocks
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| But I’m thinkin not
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| There’s another he forced tellin me do what I gotta do So my otha potnah nigga die tonight
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| And I’m always runnin from the boys in blue
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| Biggie booms on my ass now provide the cellular phone
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| The carphone, what’s happenin
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| Grab artillery niggaz start packin
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| Cause a motherfucker try to get me in a jacket, and I did him
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| Hit him right between the eyes, despise the wise
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| Wanna test a nigga size, that’ll cost him
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| Nigga fuck around wit the wrong shit
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| Y’all get mo murdered all day all day
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| We done paved the way and I’m on the run
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| I’ma call my boys and bring all the guns
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| Y’all niggaz wanna have a little fun wit number one
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| One, one, then it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
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| But it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
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| But it red red rum
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| Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2, Intro 3, Intro 2 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Notorious Thugs , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп