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Dangerous MC's (feat. Mark Curry, Snoop Dogg & Busta Rhymes) (2005 Remaster)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Mark Curry
Mark Curry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Lyrics
Trevor G Smith Jr
Trevor G Smith Jr
Lyrics
Dominick 'Nottz' Lamb
Dominick 'Nottz' Lamb
Composer
Christopher George Latore Wallace
Christopher George Latore Wallace
Lyrics
Mark Curry
Mark Curry
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nottz
Nottz
Producer
Ed Raso
Ed Raso
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, check it out, uh
Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop top
Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
Ooh, wee, you see the ugliest
Money hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
Nine millimeter cock test, one for test
And the winner is
[Verse 2]
Y'all **** know the rules
I blast on **** so
[Verse 3]
My fist never bruise
Land still cruise, Frank White paid his dues
Ask whose the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of the sudden, now everybody Big Willie done did it
Come with it, get your head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
You shit it, just ain't got that loud gold tooth shine like ta-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrows
By now you figure he talkin' about that ****
But your weak ass assumption lead lead 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, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain, I drenches, cleared your park benches
Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless
Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw
Yes, I rocked your chatterbox
Dangerous, you're not, I gets down
Twist your body 'round and 'round, upside down
[Verse 4]
Come on, yo, throw your hands, come on
Bitch, grab your tits, come on
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, come on
Thugs, tote your shit, we bout to get more rich, come on
Let's close the club, come on
Fuck the place up, come on
Shake your nasty ass and make it swing all around, come on
Yo, make this money, throw your loot on the ground, come on
Bounce in your whips, come on
Bitch, lick your lips, come on
Dangerous MC's, my ****, this be the shit, come on
Dangerous MC's, my ****, this be the shit, come on
[Verse 5]
Uh-huh, make money hand over fist
The bovines roam where chicken hearts don't exist
Settin' up shop, it's hands on in the hustle
Fakes don't kill nothing 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, come on
****, grab your dicks, come on
Bitches, rub your tits, come on
[Verse 6]
Come on, yo, throw your hands, come on
Bitch, grab your tits, come on
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, come on
Thugs, tote your shit, we bout to get more rich, come on
Let's close the club, come on
Fuck the place up, come on
Shake your nasty ass and make it swing all around, come on
Yo, make this money, throw your loot on the ground, come on
Bounce in your whips, come on
Bitch, lick your lips, come on
Dangerous MC's, my ****, this be the shit, come on
[Verse 7]
Aw, no, 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, LBC shit
We dips to this, make chips to this
And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh
I bet you didn't know that your bitch was suckin' dick
Who you think she fuckin' with?
Look here, my east side lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
Point a pistol at you bitch ****, bla-dow
How you like me now?
You got stuck and fucked Doggy Style
One hundred spokes Daytonas, bendin' the corner
All up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin'
[Verse 8]
Come on, yo, throw your hands, come on
Bitch, grab your tits, come on
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, come on
Thugs, tote your shit, we bout to get more rich, come on
Let's close the club, come on
Fuck the place up, come on
Shake your nasty ass and make it swing all around, come on
Yo, make this money, throw your loot on the ground, come on
Bounce in your whips, come on
Bitch, lick your lips, come on
Dangerous MC's, my ****, this be the shit, come on
[Verse 9]
So you lovin' us so much, the shit is bleedin' through you
If I worked in a restaurant, I'd shit in the food and feed it to you
Most of my **** cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
Even all of them Haitian **** won't believe this voodoo
Can your pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in patois
And kick you in your face like we playin' a game of soccer
I love to cock the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vodka
And fuck your crew because all of y'all **** full of caca
The way we're doin' damage, tell me, how the fuck you manage
With my **** who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage?
Them ****'ll throw you in a manhole and push they hand in your ass
And pull your head right out your asshole
Parkay, we rugged all day, ****
You ready to fuck, bitch? Fuck the foreplay, ****
This me for all consumers, my ****, fuck the rumors
Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you drug abusers
[Verse 10]
Yo, throw your hands, come on
Bitch, grab your tits, come on
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, come on
Thugs, tote your shit, we bout to get more rich, come on
Let's close the club, come on
Fuck the place up, come on
Shake your nasty ass and make it swing all around, come on
Yo, make this money, throw your loot on the ground, come on
Bounce in your whips, come on
Bitch, lick your lips, come on
Dangerous MC's, my ****, this be the shit, come on....
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Christopher Wallace, Dominick Lamb, Mark Curry, Trevor Tahiem Smith
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