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Dangerous MC's

The Notorious BIG2006年2月2日

歌詞

Dangerous mc's(featuring mark curry,snoop dogg&busta rhymes)-- the notoriousbig

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas

My Fulton Street niggas (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...

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 widdit, get yo' head splitted

Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it

Your sh*t it, just ain't got that LOUD

Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!

Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow

By now you figure, he talkin' bout that ni**a

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, 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, you tried to box (Hah)

Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO)

Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down

 

C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon

B**ch grab your tits, c'mon

Let me know you in the spot

Bump your fists, c'mon

Thugs tote yo' sh*t

We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon

Let's blow the club, c'mon

F**k 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**ch lick yo' lips, c'mon

Dangerous MC's

My ni**a this be the sh*t, c'mon

Dangerous MC's

My ni**a this be the sh*t, c'mon

 

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 sh*t, c'mon

Niggas grab your dicks, c'mon

B**ches rub your tits, c'mon

 

Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg

Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw

Break fool on these b**ches while I'm breakin' the law

You come up in my room look b**ch you takin' it off

Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em

With that West coast G sh*t, L.B.C. sh*t

We dips to this, make chips to this

And buy brand new whips and sh*t, uh-huh (Beyotch)

I bet you didn't know that yo' b**ch was suckin' dick (say what?)

Who you think she f**kin' with? (What?) Look here

My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd

Point a pistol at you b**ch niggas, BLA-DOW

...How you like me now? (What, what, what?)

You got stuck and f**ked, Doggystyle

100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin' the corner

All up in Crooklyn, bad b**ches are lookin'

 

So you lovin' us so much this sh*t is bleedin' through you

If I worked in a restaurant, I'd sh*t 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 yo' p**sy 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 f**k your crew because all of y'all niggas full of ca-ca

The way we doin' damage tell me how the f**k you manage

With my niggas who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage

Them niggas'll throw you in a manhole

And push they hand in yo' a**

And pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!

Parkay ni**a we rugged all day ni**a

You ready to f**k b**ch? F**k the foreplay ni**a

This me for all consumers, my ni**a F**K the rumors

Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS

 

 

***歌詞來自第三方***