I hate to say this but Bizzy bone washed everybody on Notorious thugs
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Supreme365
Superstar
He killed everybody on thug love too
madness
Taking my talents to South Beach
Beg my pardon to Martin, baby we ain't marchin we 
TransJenner
Banned
Bizzy tapped into Jesus powers and went off 
Cave Savage
Feminist
Bizzie>Krayzie>Biggie>Layzie
FromBillionsCameOne
All Star
He looks like fukking Fedor EmelienenkoSteve Lobel looks like a dude from To Catch a Predator in this pic
TheDarceKnight
Veteran
I think it's a little unfair to say anyone washed Biggie on this song, only because Biggie went out of his way to try to use a Bone style flow and cadence, and he'd never done it before. FWIW I thought he pulled it off really good considering he'd never done it before.
I thought Krayzie had the best verse
the only reason people think biggie had the best verse is because it's the only verse they can understand
they hate what they canāt understand
70s movie blood
Pro
I've never listened beyond biggies verse. Whoever it is that comes in on the second verse and starts yapping.. I turn it off immediately
How can u wash someone with incoherent lyrics?
That was prehistoric mumble rap by Bone
Just the opening line by Biggie
Armed and Dangerous! smashed that track
That was prehistoric mumble rap by Bone
Just the opening line by Biggie
Armed and Dangerous! smashed that track
I dare someone to read the lyrics and listen to the verse again and try to say that shyt is wack.
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, nikka Mista Clean
nikka 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, bytch
Breakin' out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shyt'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 pen, 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
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, nikka Mista Clean
nikka 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, bytch
Breakin' out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shyt'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 pen, 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
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