Dangerous (remix) lyrics

Artist  : Oc 
Song : Dangerous (remix)



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f/ Fatman Scoop, Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz







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[Intro: Fatman Scoop]



Yeah yeah yeah yeah what's up my niggaz



This is Fatman Scoop



Holdin' this down right here for my man O.C



Harlem World and Brooklyn this town few



O.C. is "makin' money"



Peter Gunz is "makin' money"



Lord Tariq is "makin' money"



Fatman Scoop is "makin' money"







[Verse 1: O.C.]



I was on a ball court where niggaz sold crills



In park jams at night with guns made plus
spill



Let me set the scene Bushwick cold, caught after
dark



Where .22 hand guns were bucked, now



Thrust this back in, with rock shocks is
emquiddish



Never tan, wannabe Clarks stay with the
shitted



Cadi Coupdeville '79 heroin game was strong



Heavy hitters with gold chains on



Nowadays I always make niggaz into vultures
(Blow)



Another young nigga stiff like a sculpture



Pen in the holster, no more o' that, niggaz I
twist back



You it for what you said in the rap



Yo it's a shame, with all the bad shit tainted
enough



Lust, murder, deceat, hate life is dangerous







[Chorus: Fatman Scoop]



Yeah, yeah



NYC is		"makin' money"



And the boys in LA is 		"makin'
money"



All the cats in DC is 		"makin'
money"



My crew in Norfolk is 		"makin'
money"



My team in Atlanta is 	"makin'
money"



All the cats in Detroit is 	"makin'
money"



All my boys in NC is 		"makin'
money"



My home-team in Miami is 	"makin'
money"







[Verse 2: Lord Tariq]



Twelve thousand a day now that's less



Fuck these fakes I'm the Lord



You might've seen me on the ad



"lunch and whip old george"



Contemplatin' spots some veteran Bronx blocks



Even doin' hand to hand tryin' to triple my
grand, and



The money came quick, rumor has it that a
fiend



Just died of my shit, they all bought the hit



Eighty bottles a day kept the momses away



But now we monsters, on city island



We crackin lobsters with a good time investor



Talkin in codes we sippin mexican siëstas
learnin the roads



And he expect, me was the best from the stories I
told



And how my block generated more money than
gold



Time related, but innovated, bound to grow old



And how the New York blocks made, my warm heart
cold



Ain't no time to foe the nigga said he got
bricks



Goin once goin twice, nigga sold







[Chorus: Fatman Scoop]



All my shout out cats is	"makin'
money"



My peoples from the Bay is 	"makin'
money"



All my cats in DA is		"makin' money"



And my team from Houston is 	"makin'
money"



What the deal yeah







[Verse 3: Peter Gunz]



You cowards like to boast but I ain't seen no
pause of the mu-lah



You talkin that tough shit, you new niggaz is
cool-ah



My man got about two hundred mill in the trunk



And a third of that will be in my bank in about a
month



I'm the part of the Bronx with provejects cheques
in a



I'm in the back enhance sippin Baileys gettin
ben-ah



I fiend in negativity you playin them games



Stop beatin around the bush nigga say my name



I, Peter Gunz, slash the Bronx top ten



I gun a bitch off and slice his dick up in her
friend



I reach for the nine to blind niggaz if they hit
it



You can have twenty mill in the bank and still
get it



Like; up your back and around your neck
(Whoo-haa)



That's all I hear when I'm wavin my tec



Motherfucker bullshittin I'm hittin the bangin
switches



And I got a gang of ritches for all you stinkin
bitches







[Chorus: Fatman Scoop]



All my cats out of Queens is	"makin'
money"



My team from Harlem World is	"makin'
money"



Yeah my Boogie Down Bronx is	"makin'
money"



All my peoples from Brooklyn is	"makin'
money"







[Verse 4: O.C.]



I be that slick kid, with gold teeth



Shinin of ya forehead, beef?



I don't think you want it, chief



I'm O.C. swing fly, dialog like Tarzan



Swamming like Shazamm on this year jam



Kinda mint like Zush, I'm a Prince like Shaka
Zulu



With the hair on my Bronx, beatin me fruits



Me, blessin this joint is like God



And writin a New Testament



Didn't see me writin it is the evidence



I, I exhault til rappers forfeit



Mouth like I battle words, bust like a
four-fifth



Brings you a tenner when I send a slug to ya
midriff



Hands up for you poppin that shit



Now if I miss six shots you gotta deal with
Gunz



And if he miss, Lord Tariq will cold give you the
runs



But I doubt we all miss it's like game for us



Three New York niggaz that's Dangerous, what







[Outro: Fatman Scoop]



Yeah without adoubt O.C. Worldwide Megalive



London, Amsterdam, Denmark, Japan



O.C. in the Lexus land yeah you don't stop



Peter Gunz in the house you don't stop



Lord Tariq in the house you don't stop



O.C. in the house you don't stop