[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 ain't too many can bang with us straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious. Thug a** n***as that love to bust, it's strange to us you all n***as be scrambling, gambling up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just sittin' here trying to win, try not to sin high off weed and lot's of gin so much smoke need oxygen steadily countin' them Benjamins. n***a you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you been in this sh** since '92 look at all the bullsh** I been through so called beef with you know who f** a few female stars or two then a blue light n***as knew like Mike-sh** not to be f** wit. Motherf**er better duck quick 'cause me and my dogs love to buck sh**, f** the luck sh** strictly aim no aspiration to quit the game. Spit your game, talk your sh**, grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip and hit the right one pa** that weed I gotta light one all them n***as I gotta fight one all them hoes I gotta like one our situation is a tight one what you wanna do? fight or run? Seems to me that you'll take thee, Bone and Big n***a die slowly I'm gonna tell you like a n***a told me, cash rule everything around me. sh** lyrically, n***as can't see me, f** it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the b**h before you caught yourself loving it -- n***a wit a Benz f**ing it. Doesn't it seem odd to you Big comes through wit mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudes who's the k**er? me or you? (We forgive you for you know not what you do) Seven A.M. woke in the mornin' with henney and caffeine and green and nicotine no dough so pop a couple of those, Lil' Rippsta..n***a mista clean, n***a deep--deep in my temple and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit my..instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed will beam now between the scenes destroy your dreams, you willing to die we'll see how many faces when I cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo' Thugs trying to be perfect--disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple, six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth b**h, breaking down for lies my messiah better be ready for Armageddon sh**'s expired. it's wild, bless the child, the one that became a man put in positions already there all that I had to do was stare. Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend pick up my pen and my hand one of my trusted friend, friend. Hey! open and lets see if ya' real, we all suited, beg my pardon to Martin, maybe we ain't marchin' we shootin', and daily recruitin' there's a thug born, everyday in the ghetto, we start em' off little with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now kick it...... n***a roll wit Bone up into the days of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn, never do toss on the curb/me feelin' the urge to sperve, when I'm broke as f**s and giving that mossburg swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells--to put in this 12 gauge sawed off, get em' all off, n***a your loss, take it all off, got a n***a caught doe. For the Bone and leatherface seemin' to thug in the cut--to let the mo' how many pulling ain't nothin'--b**h if ya stick em' we buckin' em guns that's f**ed up. Now lemme get down wit the crime, gotta go purchase a dime put in a state to get down for the crime smocking the reefa to ease my mind, swig some wine. Step on the block when the rocks what will I be servin' them dummies see gotta buck em' on down if he come back talking like gimme back my money. Thuggin wit me k**ers, need us a liter of liquor but n***as ain't got sh** but a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol now who ready to get bent. n***a like me feenin' 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. [Chorus 2X] [Verse Two: Layzie Bone] Lil' Lay hey coming in a form of scripture, finna get ya and hit magic droppin' down lick but I call on my gadgets, with a automatic status we spray time to load the glocks but I'm thinking not, there's another he forced telling me do what I gotta do so I up my pipe a n***a die tonight, and I'm always waiting for the boys in blue. Biggie boots on my a** now provide the cellular phone and call Bone what's happenin' grab artillery n***as start packin', 'cause a motherf**er try to get me in a jackin' and I did em'. Hit em' right between the eyes the spot was wise wanna test a n***as size and it cost em' n***a f** around wit the wrong sh** you all get mo' murdered all day, all day. We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'm gonna call my boys and bring all the guns you all n***as wanna have a little' 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]