Dangerous Mc's Lyrics - Born Again - 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 -- 

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(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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Busta Rhymes 

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 

(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 

(minus last two lines) 

(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 

(minus last two lines) 

(fades out)