Lil' Cease - More Dangerous Lyrics
[lil' cease]Uh, yeahAll my bk niggas, uhAll my niggas on the cornerPull your macks outAll my jail niggas, maxxed outB.i.g. niggasForever, niggaWhat, yo, yo, yoNigga what, uh, my gun busts like phone numbers (uh huh)Seven shots, tear the roof off you gold hummer (yeah)My shit drop, it's gon do hooty numbersBlow fish, i'm gonna be hotter than the summerI got bread now, niggas wonder (uh huh)Who i'm writing for, who this nigga, faggot promoter?I'm just smarter, i play my game like a hand of pokerIt's a millon in the stash, *****, check the sofa (check the sofa)It's two mil' in the closet, on the left of the loafers (uh huh)When i come through, niggas p.y.p. like soldiers (yeah)I'm the type that hold dough like tommy (hilfiger) (uh huh)***** a ***** like (martin) then tell her it's over (it's over)Kicked her out my chromed out roverI squeeze gats outta 'sonovas, cease takin' over (uh huh)>from here to north dakota, speed bump, chrome on the rollerLike bears that's polo, we come out when it's colder1- [busta rhymes]Ey, yo (yo)Feel the ruff (ruff)Scandlous (lous)The more weed smoke i puff (puff)The more dangerous (us)Yo (yo)Feel the ruff (ruff)Scandlous (lous)The more weed smoke i puff (puff)The more dangerous (us)C'monFeel the ruff (ruff)Scandlous (lous)The more weed smoke i puff (puff)The more dangerous (us)C'monYo, feel the ruff (ruff)Scandlous (lous)The more weed smoke i puff (puff)The more dangerous (us)[mr. bristal]What, cris flow 'ever, nigga, you know what that mean (uh)***** and squeeze, don't talk, when i roll in the sceneMy man was yappin' to this nigga, got caught up in between ('tween)That-a happen to any nigga that go against me (uh)Do y'all want beef (uh uh) or do y'all want peace? (uh uh)Y'all don't really wanna see me take it to the streets (uh uh)When we do, nigga, we get deeper than the sea (c'mon)Bodies fell, floatin' way out in tennesee (yeah)Can't handle one, so why ask for ten of me? (uh huh)And went up by the enemy, leave them a memoryJust like kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-cityThere where the grimy and gritty once told by frank nittyWhat's the dilly? niggas still frontin' willyActin' like they ahead o' the gamePut the four-point-six in the range (c'mon)Itchy like wearin' wool in the rainAnd keep it simple nigga, but with me, it's just plainLike eminem's rhymes is rim, dj's keep spinnin' them (spinnin' them)If they ain't down with the famI ain't really feelin' them (i ain't feelin' them)Especially if they got something to say about cease and them (cease and them)So for now, with the and-one, that's how we greetin' themRepeat 1[g-dep]I got a lot to gain, these cats playin' and it's not a gameIt is a game but i forgot you playin' (i forgot you playin')Forgot your name, forgot your claim (uh)But i remember when the bullets stopped your brainAnd like, got your chainIt's plain simple, use your brain tissue (uh huh)Or you could remain cripple, wishin' they ain't hit you (yeah)Not inofficial, y'all niggas counterfeitShot about seventeen natural, something's bound to hit (huh)Bounded with a team of shakers to see the paperThen blow like anita baker, if you need it, just make itIf you need to wake up, hollerI kiss the girls to make them holler, make them bounceAnything to make a dollar, y'all understandin' me (uh)I just do it, i ain't the one to plan itJust hide it under the table, shit, i'm underhanded (uh huh)Perfected the nine, perfected the line (yeah)Nasty, perfected with lime (yeah)Busted with paper, infected with rhymeRepeat 1 to fade[lil' cease]Yo, yo, feel the ruff, niggaUh, flipmodeUh, brist, my niggyGarfield, big nashAll my niggas thuggin' itFeel the ruff, niggaUh, d-rocYeahAre you gon' feel this nigga?Told you, don't stop now
