Chorus: repeat 4X
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (repeat 8X)
Let's Ride (repeat 3X)
Get High (repeat 3X)
Verse one: Biggie,BizzyBone,KrazieBone
Biggie:
Armed and dangerous
Aint too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust
Label us notorious
Thug ass niggas dat luv to bust
Its strange to us ya'll niggas be scramblin, gamblin
Up in restaurants with madolins and violins
We just sittin'here tryin to win, try not to sin
high off weed and lots of gin
so mush smoke need oxygen
steadily countin them benjamins
Nigga u should too, if u knew
what this game will do to you
been in this shit since 92'
Look at all the bullshit I been threw
Shure caught beef wit you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Then a blue light niggas knew like Mike-shiiit not to be fucked wit
Mutha Fucka betta duck quick
Cause me and my dogs luv to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit strickly aim
go operation just to kick da game
Spit yo game, talk yo shit
Grab yo gat, call your clicks
Sqeeze your clip and hit the right one
Pass dat weed I gotta light one
All them niggaz I gotta fight one
All them hoes I gotta like one
Our situation is a tight one
What u wanna do fight or run
Seems to me that you'll take three
Bone and Big nigga die slowly
Ima tell you like a nigga told me
Cash rule everything around me
Shiiit lyricly, niggaz can't see me
Fuck it buy the coke
Cook the coke
Cut it
Blow the bitch before u caught yourself it
Nigga wit a Benz fuckin it
Doesn't seem odd to u
Big comes threw wit mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to da Mo' Thugz dudes
Who's the killa me or u
(We Forgive U For U Know Not What U Do)
BizzyBone:
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 deep-deep in my tumble and now to get sentimentally steamed
Wit my..instrumelody
And heated especially
Ball your team
And a 45 indeed will beam
Now between scenes
Destroy your dreams
U willin to die we'll see
How many faces when I cause a scene
We mean mug
Mo' Thugs
tryin to be perfect-disciples
When it's survival by the double edged sword triple
Six rivals spittin fire this da real truth Bitch
Breakin down for lies
My messiah
steady get ready for armogeddon shoot 6-5
It's wild
Bless the child
The one that became a man
Put in positions out and we perve
All that that I had to do was stare
Test me now, contend
Never to surrender
No pretend
Pick up my pen
And my hemp
All in my trust in friend, friend
Hey! open and lets see if it's real
We all suited dig bout 4 in da mornin'
Mabey we ain't marchin, we shootin
And then they recruitin
Theirs they fagot
Everyday in the ghetto
We start em' off endin with hit em'
Up out wit a pen and pad hit me led now
Kick it........... |
