Notorious Thugs chords by The Notorious B.i.g.
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro:
Em D
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
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It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
Em D
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, and get
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high, and get high, and get high
Verse 1:
Em D
Armed and dangerous ain't too many can bang with us straight up weed no
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angel dust, label us notorious.
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Thug ass ** that love to bust, it's strange to us yall ** be scrambling, gambling,
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up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
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We just sittin' here trying to win, try not to sin high off weed and lot's of gin
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so much smoke need oxygen steadily countin' them Benjamins.
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** you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you
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been in this shit since '92 look at all the bullshit I been through
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so called beef with you know who fuck a few female stars or two
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then a blue light ** move like Mike, shit not to be fucked with.
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Motherfucker better duck quick 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit,
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fuck the luck shit strictly aim no aspiration to quit the game.
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Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clique,
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squeeze your clip and hit the right one pass that weed I gotta light one
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all them ** I gotta fight one all them hoes I gotta like one
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our situation is a tight one what you wanna do? Fight or run?
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Seems to me that you'll take B, Bone and Big ** die slowly
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I'm gonna tell you like a ** told me, cash rule everything around me
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Shit, lyrically, you can't see me, fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it,
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Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself loving it ** with a Benz fucking it
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Doesn't it seem odd to you? Big comes through wit mobs and crews
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Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudes who's the killer? me or you?
Instrumental:
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(We forgive you for you know not what you do)
Verse 2:
Em D
Seven A.M. woke in the mornin' with henney and caffeine and green and nicotine no
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dough so pop a couple of those, Lil' Rippsta ** mista clean, Make it
Em D
gleam deep in my temple and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit my
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instrumelody, and heated especially for your team, and a
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45 indeed will beam now between the scenes destroy your dreams, you willing to
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die we'll see how many flees when I cause the scene. We mean
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mug, Mo' Thugs trying to be perfect, disciples, when its
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survival told by the double edged sword triple, six rivals spittin'
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fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for lies my
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messiah better be ready for Armageddon shit's expired. it's
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wild, bless the child, the one that became a man put in
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positions already there all that I had to do was stare. Test
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me now, contend never no surrender no pretend pick up my
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pen and my hand one of my trusted friend, friend. Hey!
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open the last seal for real, we all suited, beg my
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pardon to Martin, maybe we ain't marchin' we shootin', and daily
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recruitin' there's a thug born, everyday in the ghetto, We start em off
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little we give em a bottle and a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it
Verse 3:
Em
** roll with Bone up into the thug spot
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To the dome wit' a shot of Bird Never get tossed to the curb
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Be feelin' that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve
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Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
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To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off Get 'em hauled off, ** y'all loss Take it all off, got a **
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door For the pump now Leatherface, Sin runnin' thuggin' and cuttin' Little
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Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin' Bitch, if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that's fucked up Now
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let me get down for the grind Gotta go purchase a dime Put in a
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state to get down for the crime Smokin' the reefer to ease my mind Swig some
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wine, step on the block with the rocks But really be servin' them dummies, see?
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Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin' like "Give me back me money"
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Thuggin' with me killers Need us a litre of liquor but ** ain't got shit
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But a sawed-off pump, chrome 38 pistol, now who ready to get bent?
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** like me fiendin' for them green leaves but I ain't had no dough
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Gotta make some money, so I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke
Intro:
Em D
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
C
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
Em D
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, and get
C
high, and get high, and get high
Verse 4:
Em
Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture
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Finna get you and hit you with magic
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Droppin' down lead but I call it my gadgets With an automatic status, we spray
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Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinkin' not
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There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do
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So I up my pipe, a ** dyin' tonight And I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue Biggie,
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blue's on my ass Now I pull out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin' "
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Grab artillery, a ** start packin' 'Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin' And I did him,
Em
hit him right between the eyes, the spot was wise
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wanna test a ** size and it cost him ** fuck
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around with the wrong shit Y'all get Mo murdered all day (all day)
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We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns Y'all
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** wanna have a little fun with number one, one? Bloody red, red,
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rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum Bloody red, red,
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rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum Bloody red, red, rum
Intro:
Em D
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
C
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
Em D
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, and get
C
high, and get high, and get high Published:
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