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Furiously Dangerous

Ludacris
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[00:15.54] Death by lyrical injection

[00:18.26] I kill you rappers

[00:19.77] A lot of green with a yellow complexion

[00:21.52] Women call me the Green Bay packer

[00:24.01] I pack the zeros

[00:25.26] Meaning mucho deniro

[00:27.27] So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo

[00:31.35] Hello, Luda!

[00:32.93] Tell theses other boys double up

[00:34.69] Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck

[00:38.43] My every records jumping, or playing double dutch

[00:42.28] I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[00:45.78] Let me tell this to the people not understanding my moxie

[00:48.03] Animal, watch me

[00:48.61] If you think it’s tangible, stop me

[00:49.61] But then I hit ‘em with a flow, that they can’t even copy

[00:51.62] See, we don’t play that

[00:52.40] Where I’m from it’s like fantasy hockey

[00:53.69] Sup with the dog, thugs want a war

[00:55.41] Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him for?

[00:56.90] While you cuffin ‘em all, I’m stuffing her jaw

[00:59.01] Then leave em for you to rebound Kevin Love on the boards

[01:00.76] Dog, you and your skill retard hard from of our squad

[01:03.04] I put you on a crash course in a smart car

[01:05.03] Gon' speeding not relying on the brake pad

[01:06.75] The car you should only drive on the race track

[01:08.75] So the lyings bout your feelings and your Maybach

[01:10.75] Are ghost tails for the Phantoms face facts

[01:12.50] We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback

[01:14.36] In the shape of a tat, you done faded to black

[01:15.73] Go

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[01:31.48] I went from eating top ramin to being top rhymer

[01:33.54] Check full of commas

[01:34.29] No regrets except for the drama

[01:35.55] I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma

[01:38.30] My mind in the wrong direction

[01:39.90] Now it’s time ya bow down and rep ? in my honor

[01:42.02] Writ in my honor cause bitch I’m bonker, plural

[01:44.12] In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous girl

[01:46.36] She on E, feeling on me, singing on key

[01:47.88] While I’m bumping We Are The World

[01:50.10] Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn’t did he

[01:52.13] “We run this town”

[01:53.38] No he didn’t did he

[01:54.11] I feel like tinting the glass,

[01:55.36] You take a sip with me

[01:56.14] She from the city of Jackson

[01:56.86] I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty

[01:58.61] Your man like a black man tryna' get re-elected

[02:00.99] He ain't get it, did he?

[02:01.73] Sticking it to the pedal

[02:02.50] Pedal to the floor

[02:03.23] Just whipping it through the ghetto

[02:04.24] Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy

[02:06.88] Referee mind state, I’m settling the score

[02:08.83] I don’t know what ya'll hating for

[02:10.86] Wait, wait, know what, matter fact

[02:12.86] I don’t know what you’re waiting for

[02:14.58] I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop

[02:16.61] I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot

[02:19.09] See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears

[02:21.35] And his tongue in his ear going na na na na na

[02:23.16] Just when you think it stop na na na na na

[02:25.27] Everything I speak is hot

[02:26.15] But don't be mad at least everything you speak is

[02:27.92] I can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay

[02:31.18] Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur

[02:33.65] My shit fly like I’m launching manure

[02:35.65] Lord of the underground, God of the saw

[02:37.41] On Hennessy black, ? to the jaw

[02:40.17] Yeah I’m off the block

[02:41.26] This ain't work, homie, I’m off the clock

[02:42.99] I’m a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal

[02:44.50] With a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable

[02:46.63] Ammo, lyrical animal off the top

[02:48.62] Rep that West till I walk with Pac

[02:50.37] We the two point 0 boys, Tiz, Crook, and Joe, Royce

[02:52.36] New ghost Rolls Royce, pulled off the lot

[02:54.36] Cock me, the only way you can stop me

[02:56.36] I’m top seed, I pop green at mach speed

[02:58.12] So watch me, if you haven’t seen the phenomenon

[03:00.13] I spit fast as Lamborghini’s and Ramadan

[03:01.95] We’re so furiously dangerous

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[03:17.43] I suggest you shut it down

[03:21.20] Pack your ‘ish and turn around

[03:24.93] Because tonight, we run this town

[03:28.71] So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground

[03:32.95] We too dangerous for the World