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The Notorious B.I.G.( Notorious BIG )
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Dangerous MC's
Lyricist:Calvin Broadus, Mark Curry, Dominick Lamb, Trevor Smith, Christopher Wallace
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggaz My Fulton Street niggaz, dangerous MC's
Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smoking l's 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 niggaz know the rules I blast on niggaz 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 everybody 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 Small's 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 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 round, upside down
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
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 fury 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
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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Oh no, 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
I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin' dick Who you think she fuckin' with? Look here My East side lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, bla dow
How you like me now? 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 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
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 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 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 niggaz full of caca 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
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
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
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