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Notorious BIG ft Bone Thugs N Harmony - Lets Ride

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,

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 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, steadily countin' them Benjamins.

Nigga, you'd should, too,

if you knew what this game would do to you.

Been in this 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 blue light,

niggas move like Mike,

shit,

not to be fucked with.

Muthafucka, 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 your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one.

Pass that weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I gotsta 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 tell you 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 the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it.

Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin' in it.

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 Henney, caffiene and green and nicotine.

No dough, so I pop a couple'a foes. Little RIPsta, nigga, Mr. Clean make it

gleam, deep in my temple, and I gotta get sentimentally steamed with my

instrumelody and heated especially for your team and the forty-five indeed will

beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. You willing to die? We'll see

how many flee when I 'cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo Thug, trained to be

perfect disciples when it's survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple

six rivals spittin' fire, that's the real truth, bitch, breakin' down for

lives, my Messiah, better get ready for Armageddon, shits 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 stand. Test me now, contend, never no surrender, no

pretend, pick up my gun in my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends. Hey, open

and let 'em see if we're real. We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin, Baby we ain't marchin we shootin

And daily recruitin there's a front row

Everyday in the ghetto

We start em off little we give em a bottle

and a pen and a pad to hit the lead now kick it

Krayzie:

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 f*ck 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, seemin' to thug in the cut--

to let the mo' how many pulling ain't nothing

And b*tch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, f*cked 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 when

the rocks what will I be servin' them dummies see

gotta buck em' on down if he come back talking like gimme back my money.

Thuggin wit me killers,

need us a leader or lick up when niggas ain't 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 I ain't had no dough

gotta make some money so, I'm making my dummy

rocks if I go broke.