[notorious b.i.g.]

Yeah, ninety-six, for my nordstrom ave niggaz

My fulton street niggaz (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 cock test, wan fi' test?

And the winner is..



[busta rhymes]

Y'all niggaz know the rules

I blast on niggaz 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 shit 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 nigga

But your weak-ass assumptions, 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



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C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon

Bitch grab your tits c'mon

Let me know you in the spot

Bump your fists, c'mon

Thugs tote yo' shit

We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon

Let's blow the club, c'mon

Fuck the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' nasty ass

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

Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon

Dangerous mc's

My nigga this be the shit, c'mon

Dangerous mc's

My nigga this be the shit, 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 shit, c'mon

Niggaz grab your dicks, c'mon

Bitches rub your tits, 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 bitches while i'm breakin the law

You come up in my room look bitch you takin it off

Follow me, i slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em

With that west coast g shit, l.b.c. shit

We dips to this, make chips to this

And 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 here

My, eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd

Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, bla-dow

.. how you like me now? (what what, what?)

You got stuck and fucked, doggystyle

100 spokes day-tonas, bendin the corner

All up in crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin



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[busta rhymes]

So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you

If i worked in a resteraunt

I'd shit in the food and feed it to you

Most of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you

Even all of them haitian niggaz

Won't believe this voodoo

Can yo' pussy 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 cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka

And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggaz full of ca-ca

The way we doin damage tell me how the fuck you manage

With my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage

Them niggaz'll throw you in a manhole

And push they hand in yo' ass

And pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!

Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga

You ready to fuck bitch? fuck the foreplay nigga

This me for all consumers, my nigga fuck the rumors

Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you drug abusers



Chorus (minus last two lines)



Chorus (fades out)


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