[Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas My Fulton Street niggas (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 niggas know the rules I blast on niggas so --
[Verse 1: 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, phrase 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, jumps 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, you tried to box (Hah) Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO) Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down
[Hook: 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
[Verse 2: 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 Niggas grab your dicks, c'mon Bitches rub your tits, c'mon
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[Verse 3: 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'
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[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] So you lovin' us so much this shit is bleedin' through