[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 --
[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
Chorus: 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
Chorus (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
