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Dangerous Mcees Lyrics - Blackout! 2 - Redman

Yessir, Red and Meth in the muthafucking building, nigga 

Yeah... yeah. ya'll already know the muthafucking business, nigga 

Agh, let's go, yo check it 

 

Yo, you can, find me up inside a whore 

Making her legs go up like Ferrari doors 

Gilla House get 'Chips A'Hoy', don't sniff the boy 

But I'm naughty like Tommy Boy 

Go back like Atari cords, still here, shit 

Superman ended up in a wheelchair 

I'm fresh like Bel-Air, I paid my dues 

And you trying to be cool up in Sunday school 

Can't move when I flow, bet a nigga gonna copy 

Take it home, study it, then he gon' profit 

In the rap game, every nigga gonna gossip 

Even Herbie Hancock know Red rock it 

Yo, Red, stop it, time is up 

Only nigga that's fly on the rhyme is us 

Cuz, no one can stop me 

Da-da-na, da-da-na, like Rocky 

 

Aiyo, this how it sound when them boys underground 

Nigga, check our style, we some {Dangerous M.C.'s} 

(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forgot 'em) 

(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em) {Dangerous MC's} 

 

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Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates, we used to sell base 

I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints off the shell case 

Don't want no jail case, freedom miles standing at hell's gate 

It's hot, and the devil's my cell mate 

The game's addictive, I can't stop, it's like I'm chasing that first high 

Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie 

The beef we serving is stir fried, swerving all through your urban 

Hurting, every gate and corner, you working, I'm 

The bottom line, the school of hard knocks turn into Columbine 

And my set is throwing up dollar signs 

Some get gwop, some get pop, me? 

I got a ziplock of bubble gum, just for selling Chris Rock 

Nobody move, nobody shot, Meth, I'm in the body shop 

Where you rummy, rolling your body drops 

I'm trynna stand on my own two, get signed to a major 

Be a franchise player and get my own shoe 

 

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