Dangerous MC's - Featuring Mark Curry/Snoop Dogg/Busta Rhymes
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave ****z
My Fulton Street ****z, dangerous MC's
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 ****z know the rules
I blast on ****z 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 widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your s*** 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 ****
But your weak-a** 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
Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless
Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw
Yes I rocked your cheddar box
Dangerous you're not I gets down
Twist your body round and â€~round, upside down
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
B**** grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs tote yo' s***
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club, c'mon
F*** the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty a**
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
B**** lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My **** this be the s***, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My **** this be the s***, c'mon
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 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