Dangerous MC`s

<br>[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)