LUDACRIS - Furiously Dangerous lyrics

rate me

feat. Slaughterhouse & Claret Jai


We’re so furiously dangerous


Death by lyrical injection

I kill you rappers

A lot of green with a yellow complexion

Women call me the Green Bay packer

I pack the zero’s

Meaning mucho deniro

So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo

Hello, LUDA!

Tell theses other boys double up

‘Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck

My every records jumpin’, or playin’ double dutch

I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[Joe Budden]

Let me tell this to the people not understandin’ my moxy

Animal, watch me

if you think it’s ?, stop me

But then I hit ‘em with a flow, that they can’t even copy

See, we don’t play that

Where I’m from it’s like fantasy hockey

Sup with the dog, thugs want a war

Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs with ‘em for

While you cuffin’ em more, I’m stuffin’ the jaw

Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog?

You and your skills ? on my squad

I put you on a crash course in a smart car

Going speeding not relying on the brake pad

The car you still drive on the race track

So you lying bout your feelings and the Maybach?

A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face facts?

We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback

In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to black



We’re so furiously dangerous

[Royce da 5'9'']

I went from eating top ramen to being top rhymer

Check full of commas

No regrets except for the drama

I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma

My mind in the wrong direction

Now it’s time ya bow down in ?

Writ in my honour cause bitch I’m bonker, plural

In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous? girl

She on E, feeling on me, singing on key

While I’m bumping We Are The World

Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn’t did he

“We run this town”

No he didn’t did he

I feel like tinting the glass,

You take a sip with me

She from the city of Jackson

I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty

Demand like a black man tryna get re-elected

He aint get it, did he?


We’re so furiously dangerous

[Joell Ortiz]

? to the pedal

Pedal to the floor

Just whippin’ it through the ghetto

Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy

Referee mind state, I’m settling the score

I don’t know what ya’ll hating for

Wait, wait, know what, matter fact

I don’t know what you’re waiting for

I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop

I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot

See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears

and his tongue in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar

Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar

Everything I speak is hot

But bont 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, entrepreneur

My shit fly like I’m launching manure

Lord of the underground, God of the saw

On Hennessy black, ? to the jaw

Yeah I’m off the block

This aint work, call me “I’m off the block”

I’m a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal

With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo

Lyrical and I’m off the top

Rep that West till I walk with Pac

We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe boys

New gold Rolls Royce, fall off the lot

Cock me, the only way you can stop me

I’m top seed, I pop green at my speed

So watch me, if you haven’t seen the phenomenom

I speak fast as Lamborghini’s in Ramadan


We’re so furiously dangerous


I suggest you shut it down

Pack your ‘ish and turn around

Because tonight, we run this town

So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground


We too dangerous for the World

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Thanks to adrianna

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