[Chorus: Cause I'm lyrically so dangerous, You don't want no problems, you don't want no Ya'll know I'm so dangerous. You don't want no problems, you don't want no
Death by injection I kill you A lot of green with a yellow call me the Green Bay packer I pack the mucho deniro So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like Hello, LUDA! theses other boys double up Cause I got work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin', or double dutch I on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts
Haha, up they are Ludacris think I'm luda this Rep the dirty all the world I polluted it and a hollow point through ya head Hope ya get the point it don't really who ya is Nowadays be snitching and they so smooth your vocals like it's pro tools Sposed to keep it real but they you Know you get the blame the police is who he spoke to Diabolical shoot at your and your molecules Into particals how you really I'm a lose Comical money reason I'm a move They'll anounce that I made a killin like news 3 stories but the truth really never 3 stories in the condo I know Who I kill to get a bomm docks episode With shaking what she got in a leapered robe Play no games I never got a token My money counter just be through the motions Give me my jim carey mask cause I'm Always bein a boss the hell is a promotion Anything less the best is insulting Gold toilest I be pissing like a I hope ya got geicko I ya broken I'm taking bout the mic I see the and I show him
Da 5'9":] I from eating top ramen to being top rhymer Check of commas No regrets for the drama I remember a time my only perfection was my momma My in the wrong direction Now time ya bow down in [?] Writ in my honour cause I'm bonker, plural In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous [?] She on E, on me, singing on key While I'm bumping We Are The Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he "We run town" No he did he I feel like the glass, You a sip with me She the city of Jackson I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty Demand like a black man get re-elected He get it, did he?
Ortiz:] [?] to the Pedal to the whippin' it through the ghetto Metal in the door, case I gotta throw lead into ya, boy Referee mind state, I'm settling the I don't know what ya'll for Wait, wait, know what, matter I don't what you're waiting for I ain't finna say nothing, turn the up more til the speakers pop I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his And his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar Everything I is hot But bont be mad at least everything you is... I can't of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay
I:] Rapper, hustler, My fly like I'm launching manure of the underground, God of the saw On black, [?] to the jaw Yeah I'm off the This work, call me "I'm off the block" I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo and I'm off the top Rep West till I walk with Pac We the 2.0 Boys, quick Joe boys New Rolls Royce, fall off the lot Cock me, the only way you can me I'm top seed, I pop green at my So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom I speak as Lamborghini's in Ramadan