Notorious Thugs Ringtones

It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie Rock the party, party Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and tell everybody It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie Everybody, everybody (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 (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 Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug ass 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 Nigga you should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you Been in this shit since ninety-two 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 yo' game, talk yo' shit 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 or run? Seems to me that you'll take B Bone and Big, nigga die slowly I'ma tell you like a nigga told me Cash Rule Everything Around Me Shit, lyrically, niggaz can't see me Fuck it, buy the coke Cook the coke, cut it Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' 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 killa, me or you? (We forgive you, for you know not what you do) 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, nigga Mista Clean Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get Sentimentally sting, wit my Instrumelody, 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 truth, bitch Breakin out for lies My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shoot'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 gun, in my hand One of my trusted 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 recruitin 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 (Yo fuck you bitch) Nigga 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 fuck 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, nigga yo' loss, take it all off Got a nigga car door But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs They need the most help to pull it in doves And bitch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, 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 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 he come back talkin Like gimme back me money Thuggin with me killers, need us a leader Or liquor but niggaz ain't got shit Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol Now who ready to get bent Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves But I ain't had no dough Gotta make some money so I'm makin my dummy rocks if I go broke It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party Rock the party, party It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie It's Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and tell everybody Everybody, everybody (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 comin in the form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic Droppin down licks betta call on my gadgets With an automatics status we spray time to load the glocks But I'm thinkin not There's another he forced tellin me do what I gotta do So my otha potnah nigga die tonight And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue Biggie booms on my ass now provide the cellular phone The carphone, what's happenin Grab artillery niggaz start packin Cause a motherfucker try to get me in a jacket, and I did him Hit him right between the eyes, despise the wise Wanna test a nigga size, that'll cost him Nigga fuck around wit the wrong shit Y'all get mo murdered all day all day We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns Y'all niggaz wanna have a little fun wit number one One, one, then it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum But it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum But it red red rum It's Bone and Biggie Biggie [x4] We gonna rock the party Rock the party, party It's Bone and Biggie Biggie [x4] Betta run and tell everybody Everybody, everybody 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...

Notorious... Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat... (Swizzie)(Yall ready?) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat... call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat... call your clique (Where Brooklyn at? Hey, King of New York BIG, Twista, Bone...) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that shit, I got to light one Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) 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 scramblin, gamblin Up in restaurants 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 Nigga you should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you Been in this shit since ninety-two Look at all the bullshit I been through Sure caught beef with you know who Fuck 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 yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' click Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggas I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha gonna do, fight or run? Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) (Ladies and Gentlemen, Twista) Makin money, livin marvelous In God we trust Don't too many niggas wanna start with us Got big guns in the cars with us Bust at any mothafucka actin hard with us They really wanna show you what a G.I.B I'd rather be sippin Remy in V.I.P We can hear the music and that'll be by me Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G Brooklyn to K-Town, when you checkin out the flow You know it's gon' reign with persistence Two legends on the same track, two different planes of existence Let's get it crackin, I love to bust flows Hit it from the back cause I love to fuck ho Do it for the city, I love Chicago Calico's bumpin, I love to bust dough You think you could spit on the mic Like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I Shit, it's real, you know you love em, you ain't got Ready To Die Life After Death, give it to you however you want it nigga Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga Cause the shit it get deep So I carry big heat Screamin "Come and get me" Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat (Swizzie) Free mils, I love to make one All these cars, I love to ride one All these hoes, I love to cut one A tribute to Big, I love to bust one Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) (Them Bone boys is back! Them Bone boys is back! Lets go) In the middle of the hour Bring niggas more drama then they baby mamma's Nigga wanna battle, well I'll bomb ya One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas Like terra-cotta Niggas always ready for the war But they really don't wanna see a nigga though We can do em in a minute Then we finish wit em Hit em wit the feelin of a nigga wit a sick ass flow Doin it wit Swizz, oh no You niggas is in some tro-o-uble Somebody better call po-po It's gonna be murder when I get to servin em verbally (Yea...) Nigga yall heard of me, wig splitta, killa nigga word to me And I'm classic, like Bird and Magic Wit a tactic to snatch it, strap back and stack some platinum Double on the mag random With the bullets I brand em Finna hold the game ransom Runnin up in your mansion, catch the man and flashin cannons (Let's go) Niggas ain't ready for this one cause I'm on a mission to get even better believe it I'm heavily heated It's easy to see me If you want to see me, let that be the reason (C'mon... B.I.G.) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Notorious... You just heard the sounds of the King of New York Notorious... B.I.G. (B.I.G.). Notorious... Notorious... There's only one crown...

She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home) Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face? Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan Where your bitch at? No, not that one Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin' Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands On the island, no dressin' I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain? Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin' Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades Higher than a escalator any day I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade Damn, this might be coward day Yeah, this might be powder day Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns Nigga, you can shoot us, hey And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no And we the best, every time we come around Boy, they root for us, true And everybody hate Chris But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die All I want is that head and that ain't no lie Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin' These niggas vibe faker than a puppet