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Dangerous MC's Lyrics - Artist : Notorious B.I.G., The
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six) Dangerous MCs Uh (Check it out) uh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? And the winner is Y'all niggas know the rules I blast on niggas so 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 with it, get your 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 TaaDow! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase 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, jumps 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 chatterbox (hah) Dangerous you're not I gets down (hoo) Twist your body 'round and 'round, upside down C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon Bitch grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you're in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote your shit We 'bout to get more rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake your nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw your loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick your lips, c'mon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, c'mon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, c'mon Uh-huh, make money hand over fist The bo-vines roam where chicken hearts don't exist Settin' up shop, it's hands-on in the hustle Fakes don't kill nothing but time and don't tussle The process of elimination, fresh rotation Come and go and their 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 Niggas grab your dicks, c'mon Bitches rub your tits, c'mon 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 your shit We 'bout to get more rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake your nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw your loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick your lips, c'mon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, c'mon Aw 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 (bitch) I bet you didn't know that your 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, doggy-style 100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin' the corner All up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin' 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 your shit We 'bout to get more rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake your nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw your loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick your lips, c'mon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, c'mon So you lovin' us so much this shit is bleedin' through you If I worked in a restaurant, I'd shit in the food and feed it to you Most of my niggas cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you Even all of them Haitian niggas won't believe this voodoo Can your pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in patois And kick you in your face like we playin' a game of soccer I love to cock the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vodka And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggas full of ca-ca The way we doin' damage tell me how the fuck you manage With my niggas who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage Them niggas'll throw you in a manhole And push their hand in your ass And pull your head right out your 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 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 your shit We 'bout to get more rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake your nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw your loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick your lips, c'mon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, c'mon |
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