[Chorus: I'm lyrically so dangerous, yeaa You don't want no problems, you want no problems Ya'll I'm so dangerous. mmmm You don't want no problems, you don't no problems
Death by injection I kill you A lot of green with a complexion Women me the Green Bay packer I pack the mucho deniro So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and all get Knicked like Melo Hello, LUDA! Tell other boys double up Cause I got some work all on my waist but I it a tummy tuck My every jumpin', or playin' double dutch I shit on rappers every verse got the bubble guts
Haha, up Ludacris they are Ludacris I'm luda this Rep the dirty all the world I polluted it Suafist and a hollow point through ya Hope ya get the it don't really matter who ya is they be snitching and they so smooth Defaquit your vocals like it's pro Sposed to keep it but they don't you you get the blame when the police is who he spoke to Diabolical shoot at your and turn your Into particals how you really thinkin I'm a Comical only reason I'm a move They'll anounce that I made a like obama news 3 stories but the truth never told 3 stories in the I never know Who I goota kill to get a bomm episode shakira shaking what she got in a leapered robe Play no games I never got a token My money counter be going through the motions Give me my jim carey mask cause I'm Always bein a boss the hell is a promotion Anything less than the best is Gold toilest I be pissing a sultan I hope ya got geicko I leave ya I'm taking bout the mic I see the and I show him
Da 5'9":] I went eating top ramen to being top rhymer full of commas No except for the drama I remember a time when my only was my momma My in the wrong direction Now it's time ya bow in [?] Writ in my honour cause I'm bonker, plural In a with my Ivanka, pompous [?] girl She on E, feeling on me, on key While I'm bumping We Are The Got a sniff Britney, no he didn't did he "We run town" No he did he I like tinting the glass, You take a sip me She from the city of I call her Mississippi, that was pretty Demand like a black man get re-elected He get it, did he?
Ortiz:] [?] to the Pedal to the Just whippin' it through the Metal in the door, case I throw some lead into ya, boy Referee state, I'm settling the score I know what ya'll hating for Wait, wait, know what, fact I know what you're waiting for I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the pop I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his And his in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar when 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 think of nothing to say, you're not nice okay
I:] Rapper, hustler, My shit fly like I'm launching of the underground, God of the saw On black, [?] to the jaw I'm off the block This work, call me "I'm off the block" I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal With a mechanical manual to the flammable ammo and I'm off the top Rep that West till I walk Pac We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys New gold Royce, fall off the lot Cock me, the way you can stop me I'm top seed, I pop at my speed So watch me, if you haven't the phenomenom I speak as Lamborghini's in Ramadan