O.c.

O.c. - Dangerous (Remix)

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(feat. Fatman Scoop, Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz)

[Intro: Fatman Scoop]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah what's up my niggaz

This is Fatman Scoop

Holdin' this down right here for my man O.C

Harlem World and Brooklyn this town few

O.C. is "makin' money"

Peter Gunz is "makin' money"

Lord Tariq is "makin' money"

Fatman Scoop is "makin' money"

[Verse 1: O.C.]

I was on a ball court where niggaz sold crills

In park jams at night with guns made plus spill

Let me set the scene Bushwick cold, caught after dark

Where .22 hand guns were bucked, now

Thrust this back in, with rock shocks is emquiddish

Never tan, wannabe Clarks stay with the shitted

Cadi Coupdeville '79 heroin game was strong

Heavy hitters with gold chains on

Nowadays I always make niggaz into vultures (Blow)

Another young nigga stiff like a sculpture

Pen in the holster, no more o' that, niggaz I twist back

You it for what you said in the rap

Yo it's a shame, with all the bad shit tainted enough

Lust, murder, deceat, hate life is dangerous

[Chorus: Fatman Scoop]

Yeah, yeah

NYC is "makin' money"

And the boys in LA is "makin' money"

All the cats in DC is "makin' money"

My crew in Norfolk is "makin' money"

My team in Atlanta is "makin' money"

All the cats in Detroit is "makin' money"

All my boys in NC is "makin' money"

My home-team in Miami is "makin' money"

[Verse 2: Lord Tariq]

Twelve thousand a day now that's less

Fuck these fakes I'm the Lord

You might've seen me on the ad

"lunch and whip old george"

Contemplatin' spots some veteran Bronx blocks

Even doin' hand to hand tryin' to triple my grand, and

The money came quick, rumor has it that a fiend

Just died of my shit, they all bought the hit

Eighty bottles a day kept the momses away

But now we monsters, on city island

We crackin lobsters with a good time investor

Talkin in codes we sippin mexican siëstas learnin the roads

And he expect, me was the best from the stories I told

And how my block generated more money than gold

Time related, but innovated, bound to grow old

And how the New York blocks made, my warm heart cold

Ain't no time to foe the nigga said he got bricks

Goin once goin twice, nigga sold

[Chorus: Fatman Scoop]

All my shout out cats is "makin' money"

My peoples from the Bay is "makin' money"

All my cats in DA is "makin' money"

And my team from Houston is "makin' money"

What the deal yeah

[Verse 3: Peter Gunz]

You cowards like to boast but I ain't seen no pause of the mu-lah

You talkin that tough shit, you new niggaz is cool-ah

My man got about two hundred mill in the trunk

And a third of that will be in my bank in about a month

I'm the part of the Bronx with provejects cheques in a

I'm in the back enhance sippin Baileys gettin ben-ah

I fiend in negativity you playin them games

Stop beatin around the bush nigga say my name

I, Peter Gunz, slash the Bronx top ten

I gun a bitch off and slice his dick up in her friend

I reach for the nine to blind niggaz if they hit it

You can have twenty mill in the bank and still get it

Like; up your back and around your neck (Whoo-haa)

That's all I hear when I'm wavin my tec

Motherfucker bullshittin I'm hittin the bangin switches

And I got a gang of ritches for all you stinkin bitches

[Chorus: Fatman Scoop]

All my cats out of Queens is "makin' money"

My team from Harlem World is "makin' money"

Yeah my Boogie Down Bronx is "makin' money"

All my peoples from Brooklyn is "makin' money"

[Verse 4: O.C.]

I be that slick kid, with gold teeth

Shinin of ya forehead, beef?

I don't think you want it, chief

I'm O.C. swing fly, dialog like Tarzan

Swamming like Shazamm on this year jam

Kinda mint like Zush, I'm a Prince like Shaka Zulu

With the hair on my Bronx, beatin me fruits

Me, blessin this joint is like God

And writin a New Testament

Didn't see me writin it is the evidence

I, I exhault til rappers forfeit

Mouth like I battle words, bust like a four-fifth

Brings you a tenner when I send a slug to ya midriff

Hands up for you poppin that shit

Now if I miss six shots you gotta deal with Gunz

And if he miss, Lord Tariq will cold give you the runs

But I doubt we all miss it's like game for us

Three New York niggaz that's Dangerous, what

[Outro: Fatman Scoop]

Yeah without a doubt O.C. Worldwide Megalive

London, Amsterdam, Denmark, Japan

O.C. in the Lexus land yeah you don't stop

Peter Gunz in the house you don't stop

Lord Tariq in the house you don't stop

O.C. in the house you don't stop

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