Dangerous niggas
Uhh Black Rob shit
Y`all don`t know?
Uhh Uhh
Danegerous niggas
Lil Kim and Black Rob yelowman
P Diddy , the moment you all been waitin for
Murder yeah , ha ha yeah
[Black Rob]
What y`all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South
Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth
Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin
Like I won`t slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse
Till you get home, I`m amped like a part of ya couch
Then sit on me, that`s what I`ma spit filthy
Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me
Tried to tell his coward ass it`s real
Actin like I can`t get through that Slomen Shield
I`m a veteran, I`ll take leathers and furs in front of him
Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers
Still sending ?kites with birds?
Nothin`s heard, feds wanna tap my word
Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds
You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches
Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches
Give respect where respect is due
Keep frontin, and I`ma put the tech to you
Coward
CHORUS: Lil Kim and Black Rob
Dame espacio
Man back up off me
Dame espacio
Can I get a minute to breathe?
Dame espacio
That means give me space
Dame espacio
Damn back up off me
[Black Rob]
Like I`m just talking like I never did these things
Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings
I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine
Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm
Press the button bitch I`m not havin
Or it`ll your ?super? employee leave in a bag and
Black wagon, bait boy I`m not braggin
It`s a promise, I`ll take em to school like Nastradamus
It`s my thing do what I do best
Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts
How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls
What`s mines is mines, what`s yours aint yours
Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours
Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs
Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won`t lamp in the hall
Like New Year`s and drop the ball, bitches!
CHORUS
[Lil` Kim]
Where I come from, we all got guns
Be a hundred of yall and we still won`t run
Call the cops, they still won`t come
We bang on niggas like we playin the drums
These cats think they know me Black
Well I hit em over the head and say Homey don`t play that
Listen to they rhymes and say didn`t I say that?
Damn, I`m the shit, it`s like I`ma nigga they be bitin my dick
Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks
Go on y`all can have my flow
I extort y`all hoes for all yall dough
And by now I think all yall know
Who`s the winner, still champ by T.K.O. WHAT
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