(Now I'm show you how the East coast rocks) --] KRS-One (The more dangerous) --] B.I.G Now there's multi styles in my No question, I be Rappers lose like Master Ace rollin Who precise? Check the visuals, we no residuals Individuals makin gold miserable So for beef, smoke the cocoa leaf There's no relief as this rap door And I enter,? people homes Blow up mics like I blow illegal is flesh and bones, not the fraud you're looking for The plunder, go under, think one-hit wonder, yo, I spoil it Flush that talk the toilet, sip the alcoholic Uhh, then Blahzay hit you the whatchamacallit You bleed red water, into my red quarter eat you like piranha Cat chow, I never bow, I aim to please Drain what you got like if I was your squeeze Wack MC's ease, the end is at last Jet real fast with tail between yo ass (The dangerous) --] Notorious B.I.G My rap by collision, Trigga mention The flow mainstream, it your visual decision The jump funk, bodies in my trunk, and really dumb, punk With odd stories, your dream ship will get sunk I'm the jaw-locker, ripper, cock-a-blocker Body-dropper, flo'-mopper, The misdemeanor, dreamer, Slip the clip in deceased-dreamer The wipe-out, out-wipe the My pistol-whippin, ass-kickin, public They say niggas double cross, bodybags get tossed for you niggas fuckin with my gun sport (The more dangerous) --] B.I.G See, now you didn't heed the warning, so come the remix the prefix: re- So I'mma re-kicks yo ass MC's twisted and bended from a touch of that Darkman rap segment Enter the dangerzone at own risk The rap arsonist, demolisionist the fist when it rips through Your skin, your muscle, and bodily tissue Never to miss you, my rhymes the punk seekin I shoot em, then hit your and leave your mic leakin Then I'm creepin, my style is on some next Rhymes hit chest and use your back for the exit Flexin is not My lyrics bash your brains and your foreheads dented I meant it, me, I be the lieutenant Swingin on MC's like I'm goin for the (The more dangerous) --] B.I.G It's the Hustler, Lone from Saratoga Ave Ave. Saratoga from Lone Shark, Hustler to I'm rushin you clicks, and backwards My tactics interact with Contacts my to keep you flippin like a matress a like flippin me keep to facts My tracks with interact tactics My and forwards match If you how I'm creepin And you ain't My was dispersed, reversed I'm than medicine, Next Level veteran The type to go to the show, deep with three on the Stop, turn around and say I'm Watch how I finesse And get a levelling, I never been Hardrocks'll splatter, and batter ya My thug life-tapes are from archives in Attica And I be the man behind the man the man at hand When the in the house (oh my God) understand? (The dangerous) --] Notorious B.I.G When the East is in the