Notorious B.I.G. - Dangerous Mc's Lyrics
[notorious b.i.g.]Yeah, ninety-six, for my nordstrom ave niggazMy fulton street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six)Dangerous mcs..Uhh (check it out) uhhDiamonds on my neck, chrome drop-topChillin on the scene, smokin pounds of greenOooh-wee, you see, the ugliestMoney-hungriest, brooklyn loch nessNine millimeter ***** test, wan fi test?And the winner is..[busta rhymes]Yall niggaz know the rulesI blast on niggaz so --[notorious b.i.g.]-- my fist never bruiseLand-still-cruise, frank white paid his duesAsk whos the raw, bet they say poppa veryLook forward to me like commissaryAll of a sudden, now every-body big willieDone did it, come widdit, get yo head splittedOr get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid itYour shit it, just aint got that loudGold tooth shine like ta-dow!Biggie smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrowBy now you figure, he talkin bout that niggaBut your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpinIv to pump-in, youre feeling somethingCatch my drift, or catch my four-fifth liftAt least six inches, above project fencesTurn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinchesWhen 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 jawYes I rocked your cheddar box (hah)Dangerous youre not I gets down (hoo)Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside downChorus: busta rhymesCmon, yo, throw your hands cmon***** grab your tits cmonLet me know you in the spotBump your fists, cmonThugs tote yo shitWe bout to get mo rich, cmonLets blow the club, cmon***** the place up, cmonShake yo nasty assAnd make it swing all around, cmonYo, make this moneyThrow yo loot on the ground, cmonBounce in your whips, cmon***** lick yo lips, cmonDangerous mcsMy nigga this be the shit, cmonDangerous mcsMy nigga this be the shit, cmon[mark curry]Uh-huh, make money hand over fistThe bo-vines roam where chickenhearts dont existSettin up shop, its hands on in the hustleFakes dont kill nuttin but time and dont tussleThe process of elimination, fresh rotationCome and go and they death be starvationIn the heat of battle its no rest for the wearySnooze and you lose is the theoryThe theory of a patient man, is wild beyond beliefBe afraid, you dont want beef with us chiefYour talk is cheap and the supply meets demandEverything you can imagine is real manAnd revenge be the dish I serve to cats coldStay up on about ten folds, you know how it goesYou know the streets and its real as shit, cmonNiggaz grab your dicks, cmon*****es rub your tits, cmonChorus (minus last two lines)[snoop dogg]Awww nah, big snoop doggSlap you with my paw, all across your jawBreak fool on these *****es while Im breakin the lawYou come up in my room look ***** you takin it offFollow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide emWith that west coast g shit, l.b.c. shitWe dips to this, make chips to thisAnd buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)I bet you didnt know that yo ***** was suckin dick (say what? )Who you think she *****in with? (what? ) look hereMy, eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowdPoint a pistol at you ***** niggas, bla-dow.. how you like me now? (what what, what? )You got stuck and *****ed, doggystyle100 spokes day-tonas, bendin the cornerAll up in crooklyn, bad *****es are lookinChorus (minus last two lines)[busta rhymes]So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through youIf I worked in a resterauntId shit in the food and feed it to youMost of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot youEven all of them haitian niggazWont believe this voodooCan yo ***** be chaka, dont let me speak in pat-oisAnd kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cerI love to ***** the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-kaAnd ***** your crew because all of yall niggaz full of ca-caThe way we doin damage tell me how the ***** you manageWith my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savageThem niggazll throw you in a manholeAnd push they hand in yo assAnd pull yo head right out yo *****!Parkay nigga we rugged all day niggaYou ready to ***** *****? ***** the foreplay niggaThis me for all consumers, my nigga ***** the rumorsThree in the worst way of pure coke for all you drug abusersChorus (minus last two lines)Chorus (fades out)
