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Correct Dangerous Mc's Lyrics
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The Notorious B.I.G.
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[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 c*** 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 c*** 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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