The Notorious B.I.G. Dangerous MC's Lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave n____z
My Fulton Street n____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___ test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is..

[Busta Rhymes]
Y'all n____z know the rules
I blast on n____z so --

[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 s___ 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____
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, 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____ grab your t__s c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
b__p your fists, c'mon
Thugs tote yo' s___
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____ lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My n____ this be the s___, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My n____ this be the s___, 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 s___, c'mon
n____z grab your d___s, c'mon
b____es rub your t__s, c'mon

Chorus (minus last two lines)

[Snoop Dogg]
Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
Break fool on these b____es while I'm breakin the law
You come up in my room look b____ you takin it off
Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em
with that West coast G s___, L.B.C. s___
We dips to this, make chips to this
and buy brand new whips and s___, uh-huh (beyotch)
I bet you didn't know that yo' b____ was suckin d___ (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____ n____s, 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____es are lookin

Chorus (minus last two lines)

[Busta Rhymes]
So you lovin us so much this s___ is bleedin through you
If I worked in a resteraunt
I'd s___ in the food and feed it to you
Most of my n____z cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
Even all of them Haitian n____z
won't believe this voodoo
Can yo' p____ 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___ the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka
And f___ your crew because all of y'all n____z full of ca-ca
The way we doin damage tell me how the f___ you manage
with my n____z who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage
Them n____z'll throw you in a manhole
and push they hand in yo' a__
and pull yo' head right out yo' a__hole!
Parkay n____ we rugged all day n____
You ready to f___ b____? f___ the foreplay n____
This me for all consumers, my n____ f___ the rumors
Three in the worst way of pure c__e for all you DRUG ABUSERS

Chorus (minus last two lines)

Chorus (fades out)

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