Thorough b*tches lyrics

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] & (Da Brat)
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
(It's what the f*ck is up)
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
(This mothaf*ckin' song right here)
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
(We got Queen Pen)
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
(We got Da Brat-tat-tat)
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
(We got the Lady of Rage)
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
(We got Gangsta Boo)
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
(And it's her sh*t right here, C.B.)
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
(Huh, Charli Bal-T)
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
(More)
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
(More and more)

[Verse 1: The Lady Of Rage]
Step from the darkness, with lyrical hardness
I'm a heartless
Ready or not regardless, I'm gon' start this
Part this, straight down the middle like the rod of Moses
Suckers think they cold as ice, I leave them in the freezer frozen
Me the chosen, me the golden
My controller, bigger and bolder
Knockin' them chips straight off his shoulders
It's over, no need to look back
You got beef
Give me the grease and raid and cook that
Look cat, don't provoke me
Lyrically I smoke thee like Annie Oakley
You think you the sh*t, that's a lie like Pinocchi-o
You didn't know that I assassinate 'em
Wipe 'em off the map, and baby then eradicate them
'Cause I, I be the master, think it's disastrous
When I crash MC's like the Indianapolis
5000, I'm housin', check one-two on this, I'm hot
Rage in effect I wreck you on this, I'm out
[Verse 2: Scarlett O’Harlem]
Scarlett fever, c*nt diva
Slick b*tch quick to leave you
Deceive you, then cop a one way ticket to Indonesia
I sees you but you ain't no threat to a b*tch like me
You can ice me, or step on my toes ever so slightly
And I'ma scorch your punk ass in the nine-ocho
We live immortal
Ice the cake out, you can't get a morsel
You light in the ass b*tch too frail, I'm bout to set sail
f*ck waiting to exhale, find me on the block for the next sale
Why you swearing you rhyme hot?
b*tch I got it locked like Comstock
You bout to get rocked, so put the bunny back in the pots
As for the Glocks, they plastic
What color? Pick your casket
I know it get drastic
But b*tches like you gotta get blasted

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] & (Charli Baltimore)
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
(It don't mean a thing)
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
(If you ain't got no wings)
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
(Yeah, Ex Angels, thorough b*tches)
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
(We in for life)
[Verse 3: Charli Baltimore]
I leave hoes broke the f*ck up
Throw they ass in slings
Angels chose to f*ck up so I broke they wings
Got one dog, f*ck fleas
Ridin' di*k for no cheese
Sidekicks please, for Thelma and Louise, thorough b's
We got to split it B-I, ya'll hoes don't see us
Wanna get what we got, not blow spots in bohemos
Or meet us, with cheetahs, millimetres be nine inch
Blowin' out wombs like a fetus
How you greet us?
On you knees b*tch, execution
Plus we cute and where the loot man?
Or we shootin' hoods up, roads down
Save the guns for thugs
I spent two dubs to bust hoes in they heads with plugs
What?

[Verse 4: Queen Pen]
It'll take a million and one of you's to stop our flows
It's always a handful of you perpetrating ass hoes
All hyped up off of clothes
For check it we done run out
Snatched gears off the rack in '89
We done rolled out
We been thorough b*tches from way, way back
Heffer you just got thorough since you signed your contract
Do not get it twisted, don't get it all f*cked up
Stop, a platinum record don't mean you hot child
Walk a mile on these struggling ass streets
Like me and Charli B without deals we gon' eat
Regardless a thorough b*tch be holding our own
Real b*tches do dirty work with him being home, n*gga
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
Be in spots where they were no b*tches

[Verse 5: Da Brat]
Came in like a tomboy, still one
Tote the guns, smoke the guns, kill summin'
Give you something you can feel, bumpin'
Speakers a speak and be thumpin'
It gets sweet when I freak the beat
Obsolete when you think you can meet
You front when you deny that I'm fly
You must think of me
You talk sh*t, get traced in the white chalk quick
I switch and alternate my soldiers who itchin' to spill the clip
Yeah I tricked for diamonds, but one of Chi Town's finest
And mami I'm mixed
Get wetter than Zinfandels wine gets
I'm a hot b*tch, thorough, step up and get drop kicked
Whatever borough I rock sh*t
Trouble in my way, I gotta cry sometimes
Get high sometimes, and pray to my God, I don't die sometimes
But in the event of it happen, remember me for my rapping
And slashing a n*ggas ass for the f*ck of it 'cause I'm Brat

[Verse 6: Gangsta Boo]
I'm roastin' b*tches daily baby, it's the oven in me
What you be jealous f*ckin' hoe, you always looking at me
Act like you know, Gangsta Boo never buyin' you baby
In the Mercedes and 380s, Charli pass as to Lady
So I can spray these b*tches up, tryin' touch my position
We be the Hypnotize Minds got it sewn like stiches
Peelin' b*tches bananas better ask for 3-6
I ask Un motherf*cka' with the Untertainment
I'm bring pain like the Method Man running through your veins
Like some blood, I'm the blood gang
n*ggas ain't sh*t
Chains high as f*ck but because I'm comin' up
n*ggas from the south, what the f*ck
We tear clubs up

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me
Thorough b*tches, adapt to any borough b*tches
Be in spots where they were no b*tches, you feel me