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lirik lagu dangerous mc’s – notorious b.i.g.

(feat. busta rhymes, mark curry, snoop dogg)

[notorious big]
yeah, ninety-six, for my nordstrom ave n*gg*z
my fulton street n*gg*z (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 c*ck test, wan fi’ test?
and the winner is..

[busta rhymes]
y’all n*gg*z know the rules
i blast on n*gg*z so —

[notorious big]
— 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*t it, just ain’t got that loud
gold tooth shine like ta-dow!
biggie smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
by now you figure, he talkin bout that n*gg*
but your weak-*ss *ssumptions, 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, jokes 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 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’mon
b*tch grab your t*ts c’mon
let me know you in the spot
bump your fists, c’mon
thugs tote yo’ sh*t
we bout to get mo’ rich, c’mon
let’s blow the club, c’mon
f*ck the place up, c’mon
shake yo’ nasty *ss
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*tch lick yo’ lips, c’mon
dangerous mc’s
my n*gg* this be the sh*t, c’mon
dangerous mc’s
my n*gg* this be the sh*t, c’mon

[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 kill nuttin but time and don’t tussle
the process of elimination, fresh rotation
come and go and they death 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*t, c’mon
n*gg*z grab your d*cks, c’mon
b*tches rub your t*ts, c’mon

[chorus (minus last two lines)]

[snoop dogg]
awww nah, big snoop dogg
slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
break fool on these b*tches while i’m breakin the law
you come up in my room look b*tch you takin it off
follow me, i slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em
with that west coast g sh*t, lbc sh*t
we dips to this, make chips to this
and buy brand new whips and sh*t, uh-huh (beyotch)
i bet you didn’t know that yo’ b*tch was suckin d*ck (say what?)
who you think she f*ckin with? (what?) look here
my, eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
point a pistol at you b*tch n*gg*s, bla-dow
.. how you like me now? (what what, what?)
you got stuck and f*cked, doggystyle
100 spokes day-tonas, bendin the corner
all up in crooklyn, bad b*tches are lookin

[chorus (minus last two lines)]

[busta rhymes]
so you lovin us so much this sh*t is bleedin through you
if i worked in a resteraunt
i’d sh*t in the food and feed it to you
most of my n*gg*z cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
even all of them haitian n*gg*z
won’t believe this voodoo
can yo’ p*ssy 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 c*ck the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka
and f*ck your crew because all of y’all n*gg*z full of ca-ca
the way we doin damage tell me how the f*ck you manage
with my n*gg*z who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage
them n*gg*z’ll throw you in a manhole
and push they hand in yo’ *ss
and pull yo’ head right out yo’ *sshole!
parkay n*gg* we rugged all day n*gg*
you ready to f*ck b*tch? f*ck the foreplay n*gg*
this me for all consumers, my n*gg* f*ck the rumors
three in the worst way of pure c*ke for all you drug abusers

[chorus (minus last two lines)]

[chorus (fades out)]

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