[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]
Armed and dangerous, aint too many can bang with us
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 steadily countin` them Benjamins
Nigga u should too, if u knew, what this game`ll do to u
been in this shit since `92 look at all the bullshit l been thru
so called beef with u know who
fucked a few female stars or two
then I blew like, nigga blew knew like Mike-shiiit
not to be fuck wit.
Muthafucka betta duck quick cause me and my dogs love to buck shit
fuck the luck, shit strictly aim no operation just to
stick da game
Spit yo` game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your click
squeeze your clip and hit the right one, pass dat weed l gotta light one
all them niggas l gotta fight one, all them hoes l gotta like one
our situation is a tight one, what u wanna do? fight or run?
Seems to me dat you`ll take thee, Bone and Big nigga die slowly
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
know the bitch fore u caught yourself lovin it
nigga wit a Benz fuckin it
Doesn`t it seem odd to u Big comes thru wit mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to da Mo` Thug dudes who`s da killa? me or you?
(We forgive you for you know not what you do)
Seven A.M. woke in da mornin` wit henn and caffiene and green and nicotine
no dough so puff on tha dro, 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 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
six rivals spittin` fire this da real truth bitch, breakin down
for lies my
messiah steady get ready for armogeddon shoot 6-5. lt`s wild,
bless da child,
the one dat became a man
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,
never do toss on da curb/me feelin` da urge to sperve, when l`m broke as
fucks and givin dat mossburg swerve. Up into my bag, cuz l gotta
get my mask
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
seemin` to thug in da cut--to let da mo` how many pullin aint
nothin`--bitch
if ya stick em` we buckin` em guns dats fucked up. Now lemme
get down wit da
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
so l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l`m
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`
grab a ten of real niggas start
packin`, cuz 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, wit a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum,
wit a red red
rum........
[Chorus to fade]
