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modern day gangsters - busta rhymes lyrics

modern day gangsters lyrics
[intro: the notorious b.i.g.]
yeah, ninety*six, for my nostrand ave n*ggas
my fulton street n*ggas (hardcore for ninety*six)
dangerous mc’s
uhh (check it out), uhh

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g]
diamonds on my neck, chrome drop*top
chillin’ on the scene, smokin’ pounds of green
ooh*wee, you see, the ugliest
money*hungriest, brooklyn loch*ness
nine millimeter c*ck test, wan fi’ test?
and the winner is, not that thinner kid
bandanas, tattoos, my fist never bruise
land still cruise, frank white paid his dues
ask who’s the raw, bet they say “poppa, very”
look forward to me like commissary
all of a sudden, now everybody big willie
done did it, comе with it, get your head splitted
or gеt your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
your sh*t it just ain’t got that loud
gold tooth shine like “ta*dow”
biggie smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
by now you figure, he talkin ’bout that n*gga
but your weak*ass assumptions, lead lead to dumpin’
iv to pumpin’, you’re feeling something
catch my drift or catch my four*fifth lift
at least six inches, above project fences
turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
when i rain i drenches, cleared your park benches
missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless
actor needs chiropractor, for cracked jaw
yes i rocked, your chatterbox
dangerous you’re not, i gets down
twist your body round and round, upside down
[chorus: roc marciano]
is the love really there? (is it?)
do a thug shed the same tear? (never know)
throw your ice in the the air, we here
and we all gon’ ball ’til the courts up here
don’t give a f*ck what them n*ggas think we toting in here (come on)
is the love really there? (is it?)
do a thug shed the same tear? (never know)
throw your ice in the the air, we here
and we all gon’ ball ’til the courts up here
don’t give a f*ck what them n*ggas think we toting in here

[verse 2: busta rhymes]
uh, smoke a little then we cut coke a little
and we skim a little off of the top
taking you back when n*ggas use to snort coke
and toast through the hood and cry up to
be the richest folk to float through the hood
n*ggas doin’ real good, it was evident in the testament
was coke flow was good when ronald reagan was president
the say no to drugs slogan growing greatly irrelevant
n*ggas gettin caught with bricks but still reaching the settlement
n*ggas a get a one to three and come home in twelve months
run up and take a n*ggas sh*t and eave ’em with twelve lumps
i’ve never been so willin’ to put the thoughts of mo k!llin’
into manufacturing a flow so bone chillin’
icy with a pistol, n*gga
sh*t glitter like ballroom chandelier, crystal, n*gga
stack money as we live life simple
in the corner of the club sippin’ on a harvey’s bristol, n*gga
c’mon, modern day gangsta sh*t
and die slow as we give you n*ggas cancer sh*t, c’mon
[chorus: roc marciano]
is the love really there? (is it?)
do a thug shed the same tear? (never know)
throw your ice in the the air, we here
and we all gon’ ball ’til the courts up here
don’t give a f*ck what them n*ggas think we toting in here (come on)
is the love really there? (is it?)
do a thug shed the same tear? (never know)
throw your ice in the the air, we here
and we all gon’ ball ’til the courts up here
don’t give a f*ck what them n*ggas think we toting in here

[verse 3: labba]
what you know about a n*gga murder, i got no chemical
than courts in miami water got sh*t federal
time for that ass, i rather go to little haiti
buy some bricks and then stash it
head back north, cross 8 line to become the boss
enforce the laws, *******
you want some motherf*ckin’ wholesale, keep it steppin’
no discount, player, no f*ckin’ credit
no shorts, i came to govern the laws (d*mn)
and you paying the price so you dying by the sword
you had a devil smokin with them rebels
we k!ll for money and power
extortionin’ my own hood and that sh*t’s power
a black man crime call ’em a coward
a black man with knowledge we k!ll ’em tomorrow
its sickenin’, that’s how our people live
we disrespect our elders and curse our church members

- busta rhymes lyrics

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