Dangerous MC's

Notorious B.I.G.

  • 																					[Notorious B.I.G.]
    Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggaz
    My Fulton Street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six)
    Dangerous MC's..

    Uhh (check it out) uhh
    Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
    Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green
    Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
    Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
    Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
    And the winner is..

    [Busta Rhymes]
    Y'all niggaz know the rules
    I blast on niggaz so --

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    -- my fist never bruise
    Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues
    Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
    Look forward to me like commissary
    All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
    Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
    or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
    Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
    Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
    Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
    By now you figure, he talkin bout that nigga
    but your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin
    IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
    Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
    at least six inches, above project fences
    Turn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches
    When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
    Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)
    Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw
    Yes I rocked your cheddar box (hah)
    Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO)
    Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down

    Chorus: Busta Rhymes

    C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
    Bitch grab your tits c'mon
    Let me know you in the spot
    Bump your fists, c'mon
    Thugs tote yo' shit
    we bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
    Let's blow the club, c'mon
    Fuck the place up, c'mon
    Shake yo' nasty ass
    and make it swing all around, c'mon
    Yo, make this money
    throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
    Bounce in your whips, c'mon
    Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
    Dangerous MC's
    My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
    Dangerous MC's
    My nigga this be the shit, c'mon

    [Mark Curry]
    Uh-huh, make money hand over fist
    The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist
    Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle
    Fakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussle
    The process of elimination, fresh rotation
    come and go and they death be starvation
    In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary
    Snooze and you lose is the theory
    The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief
    Be afraid, you don't want beef with us chief
    Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand
    Everything you can imagine is real man
    and revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold
    Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes
    You know the streets and it's real as shit, c'mon
    Niggaz grab your dicks, c'mon
    Bitches rub your tits, c'mon

    Chorus (minus last two lines)

    [Snoop Dogg]
    Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg
    Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
    Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin the law
    You come up in my room look bitch you takin it off
    Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em
    with that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit
    We dips to this, make chips to this
    and buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)
    I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin dick (say what?)
    Who you think she fuckin with? (what?) Look here
    My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
    Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW
    .. How you like me now? (what what, what?)
    You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle
    100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the corner
    all up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin

    Chorus (minus last two lines)

    [Busta Rhymes]
    So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you
    If I worked in a resteraunt
    I'd shit in the food and feed it to you
    Most of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
    Even all of them Haitian niggaz
    won't believe this voodoo
    Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois
    and kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cer
    I love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka
    And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggaz full of ca-ca
    The way we doin damage tell me how the FUCK you manage
    with my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage
    Them niggaz'll throw you in a manhole
    and push they hand in yo' ass
    and pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!
    Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga
    You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay nigga
    This me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumors
    Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS

    Chorus (minus last two lines)

    Chorus (fades out)

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