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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Rachelle Weston
Rachelle Weston
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freddy Stonewall
Freddy Stonewall
Songwriter
Lawrence Dermer
Lawrence Dermer
Songwriter
Rashad Smith
Rashad Smith
Songwriter
Henry Stone
Henry Stone
Songwriter
T. Smith
T. Smith
Songwriter
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Mixing Engineer
Rashad Smith
Rashad Smith
Producer
Rich Tapper
Rich Tapper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tom Passetti
Tom Passetti
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Dominick Barbera
Dominick Barbera
Mixing Engineer
Vinnie Nicoletti
Vinnie Nicoletti
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Buck wild to all my **** who don't care
Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires
Making ya run, me and my gun, stacking my ones
Floss a little, invest up in a mutual fund
Blowing the horn since of everyday I was born
Never dreamed I'd see a **** landscaping my lawn
Dangerous, my **** shit be accurate
Have to get, the flow be so immaculate
Ay yo, ay yo, I do my deal sipping my Mo'
Sipping it slow, them pretty bitches saying, hello
Any wiggle hitting this playa, Oil of Olay
Little honey dipped in within her little Cabriolet
I don't mean to hold you up
But I got something to say
Swear to only give you hot shit every day
Afraid of us, you know this ain't a game to us
You strange to us, that's when we gettin' dangerous, come on
[Verse 2]
This is serious
We could make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
'Cause too much of us is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My Flipmode Squad is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous
[Verse 3]
Hold your breath, we swing it from right to left
Word to Wyclef, **** shit be hot to def
Staying alive, you know only the stronger survive
Holding my heat, under my seat, whipping the five
Base line for all of my people moving around
Give me a pound, all of my **** holding it down
Cutting you up, the new shit wrecking you up
Fuckin' you up, my black hole sucking you up
Back in the days, a **** used to be ass out
Now a **** holding several money market accounts
Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce
Feeling my groove, my jigga-jigga making you bounce
Others is fair, me and my **** breaking the bread
Straight getting it, we got you **** holding your head
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us, that's when we gettin' dangerous, come on
[Verse 4]
This is serious
We can make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
'Cause too much of us is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My Flipmode Squad is dangerous
We so dangerous, we so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous
[Verse 5]
One time, y'all
Throw your hands real high, y'all
Yeah, get down, y'all
Let me see you all, y'all
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode, y'all
1998, y'all
Ha, get down, y'all, let's have a ball, y'all
[Verse 6]
Feeling the heat up in the street, rocking the beat
Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat
Coming around, all of my **** surround me
So much bottles of liquor, y'all **** will drown me
Making you drunk, feeling the funk, blazing the skunk
Stay hitting with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk
Afraid of us, you know this ain't a game to us
You strange to us, that's when we gettin' dangerous, come on
[Verse 7]
This is serious
We can make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
'Cause too much of us is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My Flipmode Squad is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous
Written by: Freddy Stonewall, Henry Stone, Lawrence Dermer, Rashad Smith, Trevor Smith
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