(feat. Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony)[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

sure caught 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 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 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 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]