More Dangerous Lyrics by Lil' Cease

More Dangerous Lyrics

    [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 wanna 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

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