Biggie's verse from Notorious Thugs:

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, try not to sin, high off weed
and lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins.
Nigga, you'd should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you.
Been in this shit since ninety-two. Look at all the bullshit I've been through:
so-called beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars or two.
Then a blue light, niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be fucked with. Muthafucka, 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 click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one.
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one.
All them niggas, I gotsta fight one.
All them hoes, I gotsta like one.
Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B, Bone and B.I.G., nigga, die slowly.
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me, cash rules everything 'round me.
Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see me.
Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it.
Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it.
Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin' in it.
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews.
Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew. Who's the killa: me or you?