Lirik Lagu Dangerous MC's - Notorious B.I.G. F/ Busta Rhymes, Mark Curry, Snoop Dogg
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[Notorious B.I.G.]Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggazMy Fulton Street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six)Dangerous MC's..
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 cock test, wan fi' test?And the winner is..
[Busta Rhymes]Y'all niggaz know the rulesI blast on niggaz so --
[Notorious B.I.G.]-- my fist never bruiseLand-still-cruise, Frank White paid his duesAsk who's 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 ain't 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, you're 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 you're not I gets down (HOO)Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'monBitch grab your tits c'monLet me know you in the spotBump your fists, c'monThugs tote yo' shitwe bout to get mo' rich, c'monLet's blow the club, c'monFuck the place up, c'monShake yo' nasty assand make it swing all around, c'monYo, make this moneythrow yo' loot on the ground, c'monBounce in your whips, c'monBitch lick yo' lips, c'monDangerous MC'sMy nigga this be the shit, c'monDangerous MC'sMy nigga this be the shit, c'mon
[Mark Curry]Uh-huh, make money hand over fistThe bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't existSettin up shop, it's hands on in the hustleFakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussleThe process of elimination, fresh rotationcome and go and they death be starvationIn the heat of battle it's no rest for the wearySnooze and you lose is the theoryThe theory of a patient man, is wild beyond beliefBe afraid, you don't 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 it's real as shit, c'monNiggaz grab your dicks, c'monBitches rub your tits, c'mon
Chorus (minus last two lines)
[Snoop Dogg]Awww nah, big Snoop DoggSlap you with my paw, all across your jawBreak fool on these bitches while I'm breakin the lawYou come up in my room look bitch 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 didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin dick (say what?)Who you think she fuckin with? (what?)Look hereMy, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowdPoint a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW.. How you like me now? (what what, what?)You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the cornerall up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin
Chorus (minus last two lines)
[Busta Rhymes]So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through youIf I worked in a resterauntI'd shit in the food and feed it to youMost of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot youEven all of them Haitian niggazwon't believe this voodooCan yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-oisand kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cerI love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-kaAnd fuck your crew because all of y'all niggaz full of ca-caThe way we doin damage tell me how the FUCK you managewith my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savageThem niggaz'll throw you in a manholeand push they hand in yo' assand pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!Parkay nigga we rugged all day niggaYou ready to fuck bitch?Fuck the foreplay niggaThis me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumorsThree in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS
Chorus (minus last two lines)
Chorus (fades out)
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 cock test, wan fi' test?And the winner is..
[Busta Rhymes]Y'all niggaz know the rulesI blast on niggaz so --
[Notorious B.I.G.]-- my fist never bruiseLand-still-cruise, Frank White paid his duesAsk who's 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 ain't 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, you're 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 you're not I gets down (HOO)Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'monBitch grab your tits c'monLet me know you in the spotBump your fists, c'monThugs tote yo' shitwe bout to get mo' rich, c'monLet's blow the club, c'monFuck the place up, c'monShake yo' nasty assand make it swing all around, c'monYo, make this moneythrow yo' loot on the ground, c'monBounce in your whips, c'monBitch lick yo' lips, c'monDangerous MC'sMy nigga this be the shit, c'monDangerous MC'sMy nigga this be the shit, c'mon
[Mark Curry]Uh-huh, make money hand over fistThe bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't existSettin up shop, it's hands on in the hustleFakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussleThe process of elimination, fresh rotationcome and go and they death be starvationIn the heat of battle it's no rest for the wearySnooze and you lose is the theoryThe theory of a patient man, is wild beyond beliefBe afraid, you don't 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 it's real as shit, c'monNiggaz grab your dicks, c'monBitches rub your tits, c'mon
Chorus (minus last two lines)
[Snoop Dogg]Awww nah, big Snoop DoggSlap you with my paw, all across your jawBreak fool on these bitches while I'm breakin the lawYou come up in my room look bitch 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 didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin dick (say what?)Who you think she fuckin with? (what?)Look hereMy, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowdPoint a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW.. How you like me now? (what what, what?)You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the cornerall up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin
Chorus (minus last two lines)
[Busta Rhymes]So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through youIf I worked in a resterauntI'd shit in the food and feed it to youMost of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot youEven all of them Haitian niggazwon't believe this voodooCan yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-oisand kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cerI love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-kaAnd fuck your crew because all of y'all niggaz full of ca-caThe way we doin damage tell me how the FUCK you managewith my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savageThem niggaz'll throw you in a manholeand push they hand in yo' assand pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!Parkay nigga we rugged all day niggaYou ready to fuck bitch?Fuck the foreplay niggaThis me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumorsThree in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS
Chorus (minus last two lines)
Chorus (fades out)
