Notorious B. I. G. - Dangerous Mc's lyrics
rate me[notorious b.i.g.]<br>Yeah, ninety-six, for my nordstrom ave niggaz<br>My fulton street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six)<br>Dangerous mc's..<br><br>Uhh (check it out) uhh<br>Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top<br>Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green<br>Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest<br>Money-hungriest, brooklyn loch ness<br>Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? <br>And the winner is..<br><br>[busta rhymes]<br>Y'all niggaz know the rules<br>I blast on niggaz so --<br><br>[notorious b.i.g.]<br>-- my fist never bruise<br>Land-still-cruise, frank white paid his dues<br>Ask who's the raw, bet they say poppa very<br>Look forward to me like commissary<br>All of a sudden, now every-body big willie<br>Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted<br>Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it<br>Your shit it, just ain't got that loud<br>Gold tooth shine like ta-dow!<br>Biggie smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow<br>By now you figure, he talkin bout that nigga<br>But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin<br>Iv to pump-in, you're feeling something<br>Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift<br>At least six inches, above project fences<br>Turn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches<br>When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (hah)<br>Missed you by pinches (hoo) your talk is senseless (rruff)<br>Actor needs chiropractor (hah, hoo) for cracked jaw<br>Yes I rocked your cheddar box (hah)<br>Dangerous you're not I gets down (hoo)<br>Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down<br><br>Chorus: busta rhymes<br><br>C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon<br>Bitch grab your tits c'mon<br>Let me know you in the spot<br>Bump your fists, c'mon<br>Thugs tote yo' shit<br>We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon<br>Let's blow the club, c'mon<br>Fuck the place up, c'mon<br>Shake yo' nasty ass<br>And make it swing all around, c'mon<br>Yo, make this money<br>Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon<br>Bounce in your whips, c'mon<br>Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon<br>Dangerous mc's<br>My nigga this be the shit, c'mon<br>Dangerous mc's<br>My nigga this be the shit, c'mon<br><br>[mark curry]<br>Uh-huh, make money hand over fist<br>The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist<br>Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle<br>Fakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussle<br>The process of elimination, fresh rotation<br>Come and go and they death be starvation<br>In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary<br>Snooze and you lose is the theory<br>The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief<br>Be afraid, you don't want beef with us chief<br>Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand<br>Everything you can imagine is real man<br>And revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold<br>Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes<br>You know the streets and it's real as shit, c'mon<br>Niggaz grab your dicks, c'mon<br>Bitches rub your tits, c'mon<br><br>Chorus (minus last two lines)<br><br>[snoop dogg]<br>Awww nah, big snoop dogg<br>Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw<br>Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin the law<br>You come up in my room look bitch you takin it off<br>Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em<br>With that west coast g shit, l.b.c. shit<br>We dips to this, make chips to this<br>And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)<br>I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin dick (say what? )<br>Who you think she fuckin with? (what? ) look here<br>My, eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd<br>Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, bla-dow<br>.. how you like me now? (what what, what? )<br>You got stuck and fucked, doggystyle<br>100 spokes day-tonas, bendin the corner<br>All up in crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin<br><br>Chorus (minus last two lines)<br><br>[busta rhymes]<br>So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you<br>If I worked in a resteraunt<br>I'd shit in the food and feed it to you<br>Most of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you<br>Even all of them haitian niggaz<br>Won't believe this voodoo<br>Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois<br>And kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cer<br>I love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka<br>And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggaz full of ca-ca<br>The way we doin damage tell me how the fuck you manage<br>With my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage<br>Them niggaz'll throw you in a manhole<br>And push they hand in yo' ass<br>And pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!<br>Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga<br>You ready to fuck bitch? fuck the foreplay nigga<br>This me for all consumers, my nigga fuck the rumors<br>Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you drug abusers<br><br>Chorus (minus last two lines)<br><br>Chorus (fades out)
