Nottz - Dangerous MC's lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave n***as My Fulton Street n***as (hardcore for ninety-six) Dangerous MC's Uhh (Check it out) uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness Nine millimeter co*k test, wan fi' test? And the winner is... [Busta Rhymes] Y'all n***as know the rules I blast on n***as so -- [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] -- my fist never bruise Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very Look forward to me like commissary All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it Your sh** it, just ain't got that LOUD Gold tooth shine like TaaDow! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin' bout that n***a But your weak-a** a**umptions, lead led to dumpin' IV to pump-in, you're feeling something Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches, above project fences Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches When 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 jaw Yes I rocked, you tried to box (Hah) Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO) Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down [Hook: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon b**h grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' sh** We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon f** the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty a** And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon b**h lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My n***a this be the sh**, c'mon Dangerous MC's My n***a this be the sh**, c'mon [Verse 2: Mark Curry] Uh-huh, make money hand over fist The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist Settin' up shop, it's hands on in the hustle Fakes don't k** nuttin' but time and don't tussle The process of elimination, fresh rotation Come and go and they d**h be starvation In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary Snooze and you lose is the theory The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief Be afraid, you don't want beef with us chief Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand Everything you can imagine is real man And revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes You know the streets and it's real as sh**, c'mon n***as grab your dicks, c'mon b**hes rub your tits, c'mon [Hook: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon b**h grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' sh** We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon f** the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty a** And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon b**h lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My n***a this be the sh**, c'mon [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw Break fool on these b**hes while I'm breakin' the law You come up in my room look b**h you takin' it off Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em With that West coast G sh**, L.B.C. sh** We dips to this, make chips to this And buy brand new whips and sh**, uh-huh (Beyotch) I bet you didn't know that yo' b**h was s**in' dick (say what?) Who you think she f**in' with? (What?) Look here My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd Point a pistol at you b**h n***as, BLA-DOW ...How you like me now? (What, what, what?) You got stuck and f**ed, Doggystyle 100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin' the corner All up in Crooklyn, bad b**hes are lookin' [Hook: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon b**h grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' sh** We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon f** the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty a** And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon b**h lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My n***a this be the sh**, c'mon [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] So you lovin' us so much this sh** is bleedin' through you If I worked in a restaurant, I'd sh** in the food and feed it to you Most of my n***as cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you Even all of them Haitian n***as won't believe this voodoo Can yo' p**y be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois And kick you in your face like we playin' a game of soc-cer I love to co*k the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka And f** your crew because all of y'all n***as full of ca-ca The way we doin' damage tell me how the f** you manage With my n***as who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage Them n***as'll throw you in a manhole And push they hand in yo' a** And pull yo' head right out yo' a**hole! Parkay n***a we rugged all day n***a You ready to f** b**h? f** the foreplay n***a This me for all consumers, my n***a fu*k the rumors Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS [Hook: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon b**h grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' sh** We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon f** the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty a** And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon b**h lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My n***a this be the sh**, c'mon