Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas 
Dangerous MCs
Uhh 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...
Yall niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so --
-- my fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues
Ask whos 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 aint got that LOUD
Gold tooth shine like TaaDow!
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, youre 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 
Missed you by pinches your talk is senseless 
Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw
Yes, I rocked your chatterbox 
Dangerous youre not I gets down 
Twist your body {singing} round and round, upside down
Cmon, yo, throw your hands, cmon
Bitch grab your tits, cmon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, cmon
Thugs tote yo shit
We bout to get mo rich, cmon
Lets blow the club, cmon
Fuck the place up, cmon
Shake yo nasty ass
And make it swing all around, cmon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo loot on the ground, cmon
Bounce in your whips, cmon
Bitch lick yo lips, cmon
Dangerous MCs
My nigga this be the shit, cmon
Dangerous MCs
My nigga this be the shit, cmon
Uh-huh, make money hand over fist
The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts dont exist
Settin up shop, its hands on in the hustle
Fakes dont kill nuttin but time and dont tussle
The process of elimination, fresh rotation
Come and go and they death be starvation
In the heat of battle its 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 dont 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 its real as shit, cmon
Niggas grab your dicks, cmon
Bitches rub your tits, cmon
Cmon, yo, throw your hands, cmon
Bitch grab your tits, cmon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, cmon
Thugs tote yo shit
We bout to get mo rich, cmon
Lets blow the club, cmon
Fuck the place up, cmon
Shake yo nasty ass
And make it swing all around, cmon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo loot on the ground, cmon
Bounce in your whips, cmon
Bitch lick yo lips, cmon
Dangerous MCs
My nigga this be the shit, cmon
Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
Break fool on these bitches while Im 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 
I bet you didnt know that yo bitch was suckin dick 
Who you think she fuckin with? 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? 
You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle
100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the corner
All up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin
Cmon, yo, throw your hands, cmon
Bitch grab your tits, cmon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, cmon
Thugs tote yo shit
We bout to get mo rich, cmon
Lets blow the club, cmon
Fuck the place up, cmon
Shake yo nasty ass
And make it swing all around, cmon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo loot on the ground, cmon
Bounce in your whips, cmon
Bitch lick yo lips, cmon
Dangerous MCs
My nigga this be the shit, cmon
So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you
If I worked in a restaurant, Id shit in the food and feed it to you
Most of my niggas cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
Even all of them Haitian niggas wont believe this voodoo
Can yo pussy be chaka, dont 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 yall niggas full of ca-ca
The way we doin damage tell me how the fuck you manage
With my niggas who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage
Them niggasll 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
Cmon, yo, throw your hands, cmon
Bitch grab your tits, cmon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, cmon
Thugs tote yo shit
We bout to get mo rich, cmon
Lets blow the club, cmon
Fuck the place up, cmon
Shake yo nasty ass
And make it swing all around, cmon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo loot on the ground, cmon
Bounce in your whips, cmon
Bitch lick yo lips, cmon
Dangerous MCs
My nigga this be the shit, cmon