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[Featuring Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony] Webagenturen Leverkusen Chorus: repeat 4X It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (repeat 8X) Let's Ride (repeat 3X) Get High (repeat 3X) Verse One: Biggie, Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone 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 Beschriftungen Leverkusen 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/fuck a few female stars or two/then a bluelight niggas knew like Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim/go operation just to kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your Babytragetücher clicks, 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, blow the bitch before u caught yourself Geschenk basteln 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 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 sprueche valentinstag 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 Immobilien in Leverkusen 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 ya wit 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
