Ludacris - Furiously Dangerous Lyrics
[Hook: Claret Jai]We're so furiously dangerous[Verse 1: Ludacris]Death by lyrical injectionI kill you rappersA lot of green with a yellow complexionWomen call me the Green Bay packerI pack the zero'sMeaning mucho deniroSo paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like MeloHello, LUDA!Tell theses other boys double up‘Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuckMy every records jumpin', or playin' double dutchI shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts[Verse 2: Joe Budden]Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxyAnimal, watch meif you think it's ?, stop meBut then I hit ‘em with a flow, that they can't even copySee, we don't play thatWhere I'm from it's like fantasy hockeySup with the dog, thugs want a warBad jean, what you want to trade slugs with ‘em forWhile you cuffin' em more, I'm stuffin' the jawIllegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog?You and your skills ? on my squadI put you on a crash course in a smart carGoing speeding not relying on the brake padThe car you still drive on the race trackSo you lying bout your feelings and the Maybach?A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face facts?We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and paybackIn the shape of a tatt, you done faded to blackGO…[Hook: Claret Jai][Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9'']I went from eating top ramen to being top rhymerCheck full of commasNo regrets except for the dramaI remember a time when my only perfection was my mommaMy mind in the wrong directionNow it's time ya bow down in ?Writ in my honour cause ***** I'm bonker, pluralIn a whip with my Ivanka, pompous? girlShe on E, feeling on me, singing on keyWhile I'm bumping We Are The WorldGot a sniff from Britney, no he didn't did he“We run this townâ€ÂNo he didn't did heI feel like tinting the glass,You take a sip with meShe from the city of JacksonI call her Mississippi, that was pretty wittyDemand like a black man tryna get re-electedHe ain't get it, did he?[Hook: Claret Jai][Joell Ortiz]? to the pedalPedal to the floorJust whippin' it through the ghettoMetal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boyReferee mind state, I'm settling the scoreI don't know what ya'll hating forWait, wait, know what, matter factI don't know what you're waiting forI ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers popI get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spotSee I was a little kid with his thumbs in his earsand his tongue in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaarJust when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaarEverything I speak is hotBut don't be mad at least everything you speak is…I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay[Crooked I]Rapper, hustler, entrepreneurMy shit fly like I'm launching manureLord of the underground, God of the sawOn Hennessy black, ? to the jawYeah I'm off the blockThis ain't work, call me “I'm off the blockâ€ÂI'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibalWith a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammoLyrical and I'm off the topRep that West till I walk with PacWe the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe boysNew gold Rolls Royce, fall off the lot***** me, the only way you can stop meI'm top seed, I pop green at my speedSo watch me, if you haven't seen the phenomenomI speak fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan[Hook][Outro]I suggest you shut it downPack your ‘ish and turn aroundBecause tonight, we run this townSo let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground[Ludacris]We too dangerous for the World
