Lyrics More Dangerous - Lil' Cease, Busta Rhymes, G. Dep

More Dangerous

Uh, yeah\nAll my BK niggas, uh All my niggas on the corner\nPull your macks out\nAll my jail niggas, maxxed out\nB.I.G. niggas\nForever, nigga\nWhat, yo, yo, yo Nigga what, uh, my gun busts like phone numbers (uh huh)\nSeven shots, tear the roof off you gold Hummer (yeah)\nMy shit drop, it’s gon do Hooty numbers\nBlow Fish, I’m gonna be hotter than the summer\nI got bread now, niggas wonder (uh huh)\nWho I’m writing for, who this nigga, faggot promoter?\nI’m just smarter, I play my game like a hand of Poker\nIt’s a millon in the stash, bitch, check the sofa (check the sofa)\nIt’s two mil' in the closet, on the left of the loafers (uh huh)\nWhen I come through, niggas P.Y.P. like soldiers (yeah)\nI’m the type that hold dough like Tommy (Hilfiger) (uh huh)\nFuck a bitch like (Martin) then tell her it’s over (it's over)\nKicked her out my chromed out Rover\nI squeeze gats outta 'sonovas, Cease takin' over (uh huh)\n>From here to North Dakota, speed bump, chrome on the roller\nLike bears that’s Polo, we come out when it’s colder\nEy, yo (yo)\nFeel the ruff (ruff)\nScandlous (lous)\nThe more weed smoke I puff (puff)\nThe more dangerous (us)\nYo (yo)\nFeel the ruff (ruff)\nScandlous (lous)\nThe more weed smoke I puff (puff)\nThe more dangerous (us)\nFeel the ruff (ruff)\nScandlous (lous)\nThe more weed smoke I puff (puff)\nThe more dangerous (us)\nYo, feel the ruff (ruff)\nScandlous (lous)\nThe more weed smoke I puff (puff)\nThe more dangerous (us)\nWhat, Cris flow 'ever, nigga, you know what that mean (uh)\nCock and squeeze, don’t talk, when I roll in the scene\nMy man was yappin' to this nigga, got caught up in between ('tween)\nThat-a happen to any nigga that go against me (uh)\nDo y’all want beef (uh uh) or do y’all want peace? (uh uh)\nY’all don’t really wanna see me take it to the streets (uh uh)\nWhen we do, nigga, we get deeper than the sea (c'mon)\nBodies fell, floatin' way out in Tennesee (yeah)\nCan’t handle one, so why ask for ten of me? (uh huh)\nAnd went up by the enemy, leave them a memory\nJust like Kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-city\nThere where the grimy and gritty once told by Frank Nitty\nWhat’s the dilly? Niggas still frontin' Willy\nActin' like they ahead o' the game\nPut the four-point-six in the Range (c'mon)\nItchy like wearin' wool in the rain\nAnd keep it simple nigga, but with me, it’s just plain\nLike Eminem’s rhymes is rim, DJ’s keep spinnin' them (spinnin' them)\nIf they ain’t down with the fam\nI ain’t really feelin' them (I ain’t feelin' them)\nEspecially if they got something to say about Cease and them (Cease and them)\nSo for now, with the and-one, that’s how we greetin' them\nRepeat 1\nI got a lot to gain, these cats playin' and it’s not a game\nIt is a game but I forgot you playin' (I forgot you playin')\nForgot your name, forgot your claim (uh)\nBut I remember when the bullets stopped your brain\nAnd like, got your chain\nIt’s plain simple, use your brain tissue (uh huh)\nOr you could remain cripple, wishin' they ain’t hit you (yeah)\nNot inofficial, y’all niggas counterfeit\nShot about seventeen natural, something’s bound to hit (huh)\nBounded with a team of shakers to see the paper\nThen blow like Anita Baker, if you need it, just make it If you need to wake up, holler\nI Kiss the Girls to make them holler, make them bounce\nAnything to make a dollar, y’all understandin' me (uh)\nI just do it, I ain’t the one to plan it Just hide it under the table, shit, I’m underhanded (uh huh)\nPerfected the nine, perfected the line (yeah)\nNasty, perfected with lime (yeah)\nBusted with paper, infected with rhyme\nRepeat 1 to fade\nYo, yo, feel the ruff, nigga\nUh, Flipmode\nUh, Brist, my niggy\nGarfield, Big Nash\nAll my niggas thuggin' it Feel the ruff, nigga\nUh, D-Roc\nYeah\nAre you gon' feel this nigga?\nTold you, don’t stop now