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Ludacris F5 (Furiously Dangerous) (feat. Slaughterhouse and Claret Jai)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Tony "56" Jackson
Tony "56" Jackson
Keyboards
Claret Jai
Claret Jai
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
Slaughterhouse
Slaughterhouse
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Composer
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Composer
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Composer
J. Budden
J. Budden
Composer
Dominick Wickliffe
Dominick Wickliffe
Composer
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
Composer
Denaun Porter
Denaun Porter
Composer
Horace Jackson
Horace Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Porter
Mr. Porter
Producer
Tony "56" Jackson
Tony "56" Jackson
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We're so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
[Verse 2]
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the zeros
Meaning mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get nicked like Melo
Hello, Luda
Tell theses other boys double up
'Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every record's jumping, or playing double dutch
I shit on rappers, every verse just got the bubble guts
[Verse 3]
Let me tell this to the people not understanding my moxie
Animal, watch me
If you think its's tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't even copy
See, we don't play that
Where I'm from it's like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs want a war
Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him for?
While you cuffin' em all, I'm stuffing her jaw
Then leave her for you to rebound
Kevin Love on the boards
Dog, you and your skill retard hard from of our squad
I put you on a crash course in a smart car
Gon' speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you should only drive on the race track
So the lyings bout your feeling and you Maybach
Are ghost tails from the Phantoms face facts
We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tat, you done faded to black, go
[Verse 4]
We're so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
We're so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
[Verse 5]
I went from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of commas
No regrets except for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong direction
Now it's time ya bow down and rep to maya
Writ in my honor cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Lavanka, pompous girl
She on E, feelin' on my me, singing on key
While I'm bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn't did he
We run this town
No he didn't did he
I feel like tinting the glass
You take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Your man like a black man tryna get re-elected
He ain't get it, did he?
[Verse 6]
Sticking it to the pedal, pedal to the floor
Just whipping it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, in case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settling the score
I don't know what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter fact I don't know what ya waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up more till the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears
And his tongue in his eat going na na na na na
Just when you think it stop na na na na na
Everything I speak is hot
But don't be mad at least everything you speak is
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay
[Verse 7]
Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur
My shit fly like I'm launching manure
Lord of the underground, God of the saw
On Hennessy Black, cold conk to the jaw
Yeah, I'm off the block
This ain't work homie, I'm off the clock
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal
With a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable
Ammo, lyrical animal off the top
Rep that West till I walk with 'Pac
We the two point o' boys, Tiz, Crock, and Joe Royce
New Ghost Rolls Royce, pulled off the lot
Top me, the only way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at mach speed
So watch me if you haven't seen me the phenomenon
I spit fast as Lamborghini's and Ramadan
[Verse 8]
We're so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
We're so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
[Verse 9]
I suggest you shut it down
Pack your 'ish and turn around
Because tonight, we run this town
So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground
[Verse 10]
We too dangerous for the World
Written by: Christopher Bridges, Denaun Porter, Dominick Wickliffe, Horace Jackson, J. Budden, Joell Ortiz, Luis Resto, R. Montgomery

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