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More Dangerous by Lil' Ceaseالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

More Dangerous by Lil' Cease

     

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featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal



[Lil' Cease]

Uh yeah

All my BK niggas uh

All my niggas on the corner

Pull your macks out

All my jail niggas maxxed out

B.I.G. niggas

Forever nigga



What yo yo yo

Nigga what uh my gun busts like phone numbers (uh huh)

Seven shots tear the roof off you gold Hummer (yeah)

My shit drop it's gon do Hooty numbers

Blow Fish I'm gonna be hotter than the summer

I got bread now, niggas wonder (uh huh)

Who I'm writing for, who this nigga, faggot promoter?

I'm just smarter, I play my game like a hand of Poker

It's a millon in the stash, bitch, check the sofa (check the sofa)

It's two mil' in the closet, on the left of the loafers (uh huh)

When I come through, niggas P.Y.P. like soldiers (yeah)

I'm the type that hold dough like Tommy (Hilfiger) (uh huh)

Fuck a bitch like (Martin) then tell her it's over (it's over)

Kicked her out my chromed out Rover

I squeeze gats outta 'sonovas, Cease takin' over (uh huh)

>From here to North Dakota, speed bump, chrome on the roller

Like bears that's Polo, we come out when it's colder



1- [Busta Rhymes]

Ey, yo (yo)

Feel the ruff (ruff)

Scandlous (lous)

The more weed smoke I puff (puff)

The more dangerous (us)



Yo (yo)

Feel the ruff (ruff)

Scandlous (lous)

The more weed smoke I puff (puff)

The more dangerous (us)

c'mon



Feel the ruff (ruff)

Scandlous (lous)

The more weed smoke I puff (puff)

The more dangerous (us)

c'mon



Yo, feel the ruff (ruff)

Scandlous (lous)

The more weed smoke I puff (puff)

The more dangerous (us)





[Mr. Bristal]

What, Cris flow 'ever, nigga, you know what that mean (uh)

Cock and squeeze, don't talk, when I roll in the scene

My man was yappin' to this nigga, got caught up in between ('tween)

That-a happen to any nigga that go against me (uh)

Do y'all want beef (uh uh) or do y'all want peace? (uh uh)

y'all don't really want to see me take it to the streets (uh uh)

When we do, nigga, we get deeper than the sea (c'mon)

Bodies fell, floatin' way out in Tennesee (yeah)

Can't handle one, so why ask for ten of me? (uh huh)

And went up by the enemy, leave them a memory

Just like Kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-city

There where the grimy and gritty once told by Frank Nitty

What's the dilly? Niggas still frontin' Willy

Actin' like they ahead o' the game

Put the four-point-six in the Range (c'mon)

Itchy like wearin' wool in the rain

And keep it simple nigga, but with me, it's just plain

Like Eminem's rhymes is rim, DJ's keep spinnin' them (spinnin' them)

If they ain't down with the fam

I ain't really feelin' them (I ain't feelin' them)

Especially if they got something to say about Cease and them (Cease and them)

So for now, with the and-one, that's how we greetin' them



Repeat 1



[G-Dep]

I got a lot to gain, these cats playin' and it's not a game

It is a game but I forgot you playin' (I forgot you playin')

Forgot your name, forgot your claim (uh)

But I remember when the bullets stopped your brain

And like, got your chain

It's plain simple, use your brain tissue (uh huh)

Or you could remain cripple, wishin' they ain't hit you (yeah)

Not inofficial, y'all niggas counterfeit

Shot about seventeen natural, something's bound to hit (huh)

Bounded with a team of shakers to see the paper

Then blow like Anita Baker, if you need it, just make it

If you need to wake up, holler

I Kiss the Girls to make them holler, make them bounce

Anything to make a dollar, y'all understandin' me (uh)

I just do it, I ain't the one to plan it

Just hide it under the table, shit, I'm underhanded (uh huh)

Perfected the nine, perfected the line (yeah)

Nasty, perfected with lime (yeah)

Busted with paper, infected with rhyme



Repeat 1 to fade



[Lil' Cease]

Yo, yo, feel the ruff, nigga

Uh, Flipmode

Uh, Brist, my niggy

Garfield, Big Nash

All my niggas thuggin' it

Feel the ruff, nigga

Uh, D-Roc

Yeah

Are you gon' feel this nigga?

Told you, don't stop now

Writer : WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER/HARVEY, OSTEN S/DAVID, HAL
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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