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It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust, label us "Notorious"
Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all niggas be scrambling, gambling
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sitting here tryna win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I been through!
So-called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit
Not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick 'cause
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your Gat, call your clique
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, nigga: die slowly
I'mma tell you like a nigga told me
Cash rules everything around me
Shit lyrically, niggas can't see me
Fuck it, buy the coke
Cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself loving it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes
Who's the killer, me or you?
7 A.M., woke in the morning
With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine
No dough, so pop a couple of doze
Lil' RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean
Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get
Sentimentally steamed with my
Instrumelody, and heated
Especially for your team
And a .45, indeed, will beam
In between the scenes. Destroy your dreams
You willing to die? we'll see
How many flee when I 'cause the scene
We mean mug, Mo' Thugs
Trained to be perfect disciples
When it's survival, tongue is a double-edged sword
Triple six rivals spitting fire
This the real truth, bitch
Breaking out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddon, shit's expired
It's wild, bless the child
The one that became a man
Put in positions off in the Clair
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 trusted friend-friends, hey
Open it! Let's see if we're real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin
Baby we ain't marching, we shooting!
In daily recruiting there's a thug born
Everyday in the ghetto
We start em off little, we give em a bible
And a pen and a pad to hit the label, kick it
Nigga roll with Bone up into the Thug spot
To the dome with a shot of bird
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feeling that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag, 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12-gauge sawed-off
Get 'em hauled off, nigga your loss, take it all off
Got a nigga caught off
But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinking they thugs
And little Mo Hart want to pull it and bust it
And bitch if you steppin' we buckin' them guts, that's fucked up
Now let me get done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get done with the crime
Smoking the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But really we be serving em dummies, see?
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talking
Like, gimme back me money
Thugging with me killers
Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shit
With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol
Now who ready to get bent?
Nigga like me fiending for them green leaves
But I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money, so
I'm making my dummy rocks if I go broke
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gonna rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high
Yeah, Little Lay, hey, coming in the form of scripture
Finna get you and hit you with magic
Droppin down lead but I call it my gadgets
With an automatic-status, we spray, time to load the Glocks
But I'm thinking not
There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do
So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight
And I'm always running from the boys in blue
Biggie, blue's on my ass, pull out the cellular phone to call Bone
What's happenin'?
Grab artillery, a nigga start packing
'Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin, and I did him
Hit him right between the eyes, the spot was wise
Wanna test a nigga size, it'll cost him
Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit
Y'all get mo' murdered all day, all day
We done paved the way and I'm on the run
I'mma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1?
Bloody red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
That red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
That red red rum
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gonna rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gonna rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie, It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high

One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
Nine, ten, we're out to kill again
Straight from the burning flames of hell
A place where all assassins dwell
Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace
Body bags and caskets may all godd cease
Together they form an organization much stronger than the mafia
First, Krayzie Bone AKA Leatherface The Sawed Off Gangsta
Second, Layzie Bone AKA the Number One Assassin
Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace
Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga!
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Sold my soul ot the devil
But I changed my mind now I want it back
But he won't cooperate so now it's time to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps
So satan called his posse full of demons and witches
We met up at the Abyss ready to salughter the bitches
Yo, but wouldn't you know satan went out like a sucka
So I left a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"
Never praying at night
'Cause the heavens don't want me
Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through eternity
Killin' at night and watching victims in the daylight
A demon on the rise, and I'm snatchin' your fuckin' life
Been shot with a twelve gauge
I died and made front page
The devil sent me back and now I'm using the same gauge
Killin' like a maniac, livin' like a lunatic
Some would say the strate is sick
The devil's who you're fuckin' with
Murda, murda, murda, murda
I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture should've been kept in a instution
Been shot in the head I ain't go out like a sucka
But I still died went to hell and just took over the muthafucka
Learned the devil's tricks an how to run this shit
I had a fall out with satan, and called his son a bitch
Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship me
The gates of hell on fire shooting flames can't be worse, G
Hell sent they call me RIP for a reason
I'm on a road to see bloddy bodies just call me a demon
It's the psychopathic maniac, manglin' ladies stick a grenade in they pussy
The I start stranglin' babies
See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword
I told satan that I'm killin' him trough the Ouija board
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Pick up the phone the war is on so get your weapons
RIP just spotted the devil around the corner from heaven with his crew
Drinking brews and I'm thinking " Damn that's foolish"
Swig off the 40 of holy water and say "y'all let's do this"
Grabbed my click, gripped my dick
Walked with my face to the groung chanting
"Kill that motherfucker, now kill that motherfucker, now"
Unloaded on his ass and dumped him in his Abyss
And now his crew's on my dick because I'm Hell Sent
I'm standing in Hell with the gauge ready to buck
I'm coming for satan and my intentions is to fuck him up
Ain't been in the church they say "No demons on holy dirt"
I'm fuckin' Satan's bitches
He got mad and called body work
A lynchin ain't shit compared to what I'm a give ya
I'm born and raised in hell and bitch I'm sent here to kill ya
I'm Rosemary's baby
There's no more evil like me
'Cause when niggas think of death the motherfuckas picture me
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Let me call up my posse
We talkin' over the underground
Yeah, satan and his boys the motherfuckas they going down
Man I gotsta do it
I ain't down for a hassle
I kicked the gates into hell and started a roit in satan's castle
I'm sick of this war now check it something has got to give
We stormed to the back, and we took demons as hostages
You want your people to live?
Then you'll forever pay me rent
To stay in my kingdom because a nigga is Hell Sent
Now we're walking through satan's den
The demons respected RIP
I'm running this motherfucker, hell ain't shit
A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole
I told him "I'm a be there ain't no bitch in my soul"
And when I'm coming for your ass
Ain't no need to run
Because I'm so fuckin' ruthless I made the devil go buy a gun
Until we go at it, the RIP still won't repent
An appetite for bloddy bodies
Rest In Peace is Hell Sent