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[Biggie] Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug [bad word] niggaz that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins [bad word] you should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you Been in this [bad word] since ninety-two Look at all the [bad word] I been through So-called beef with you know who [bad word] a few female stars or two [bad word] blue light, [bad word] move like Mike, [bad word] Not to be [bad word] with [bad word] better duck quick, cause Me and my dogs love to buck [bad word] [bad word] the luck [bad word] strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game, talk yo' [bad word] Grab yo' gat, call yo' click Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggaz I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha gonna do, fight [bad word] Seems to me that you'll take Bone and Big, [bad word] die slowly I'ma tell you like a [bad word] told me [bad word] Everything Around Me [bad word] lyrically, niggaz can't see me [bad word] it, buy the coke Cook the coke, cut it Know the [bad word] 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it [bad word] with a Benz [bad word] it Doesn't it seem odd to you [bad word] through with mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes Who's the killa, me or you? [Bizzy] Seven A.M. woke in the mornin With Hen and caffine and green and nicotine No dough so pop a couple of doze Lil Ripsta, [bad word] Mista Clean [bad word] Dean, deep in my temple and not to get Sentimentally sting, wit my [bad word] and heated Especially for your team And a forty-five indeed will beam In between the scenes destroy your dreams You willin to die, we'll see How many flees when I cause the scene We mean mug, Mo Thugs Trained to be perfect, disciples When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin fire This the real [bad word] [bad word] Breakin out for lies My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon [bad word] s expired It's wild, bless the child The one that became a man Put in positions off in the Claire All that I had to do was stare Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my [bad word] friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we ain't marchin we shootin In daily [bad word] there's a tough law Everyday in the ghetto We start em off little we give em a bottle And a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it [Krayzie] [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] yo' loss, take it all off Got a [bad word] car door But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs They need the most help to pull it in doves And [bad word] if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, [bad word] 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 with the rocks But Willie be servin em clemency Gotta buck him on down if [bad word] back talkin Like gimme back me money Thuggin with me killers, need us a leader Or liquor but niggaz ain't got [bad word] Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol Now who ready to get bent [bad word]