Furiously Dangerous

Ludacris feat. Slaughterhouse and Claret Jai

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We're so fur-iously dan-ger-ous Fur-fur-fur-iously dan-ger-ous Mr Porter We're so fur-iously dan-ger-ous Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous Luda Listen, death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers, a lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay Packer I pack the zeros, meanin' mucho dinero So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades And they all get nicked like Melo Hello, Luda, tell these other boys double up, 'cause I Got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck My every record's jumpin', or playin' double dutch I shit on rappers, every verse just got the bubble guts Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxie Animal, watch me, if you think it's tangible, stop me But then I hit 'em with a flow that they can't even copy See we don't play, where I'm from it's like fantasy hockey It's up with a dog, thugs want a war Bad gene, what you wanna trade slugs with him for? While you cuffin' 'em all, I'm stuffin' a jaw and leave It for you to rebound, Kevin Love on the board, dog You and your skill, first of all, far from our squad I'll put you on a crash course to the smart car While I'm speedin', never lyin' on the brake pad of The car you should only drive on the racetrack So the line 'bout your cannons and your Maybachs Are ghost tales of the phantom, face facts We ruined hip-hop, Slaughterhouse is payback Get in shape and attack, now you can fade it to black We're so fur-iously dan-ger-ous Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous We're so fur-ously dan-ger-ous Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous I went from eatin' Top Ramen to bein' top rhymer Check full of commas, no regrets except for the drama I remember a time where my only perfection was my mama My mind and my long erection, now it's time, yeah Bow down and erect to my, ah, mint in my honor 'Cause, bitch, I'm bonker, plural In the whip with my Ivanka, pompous girl She on E feelin' on me, singin' on key While I'm bumpin' We Are the World Got her sniffin' Britney, no we didn't, did he? We run this town, no he didn't, did he? I feel like tipnin' the glass, she take a sip with me She from the city of Jackson, I call her Mississippi That was pretty witty Your man like a Black man tryna get Reelected, he ain't get it, did he? Uh, pedal to the floor, just whippin' it through the ghetto Metal in the door case I gotta throw some lead into you, boy Referee mind state, I'm settlin' the score I don't know what y'all hatin' for Wait, wait, know what? Matter of fact, I don't know what y'all waitin' for I ain't finna say nothin', turn the Bass up more 'til the speakers pop I get a kick out of that like a sneaker spot See I was a little kid with his thumbs in His ears and his tongue in the air goin'... Just when you think it stopped... Everything I speak is hot But don't be mad, at least everything you speak is... I can't think of nothin' nice to say, you not nice, okay, and... Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur My shit fly like I'm launchin' manure Lord of the underground, god of the sewer On Hennessy Black, all pon to the jaw Yeah, I'm off the block This ain't work, homie, I'm off the clock I'm a syllable Hannibal, killer with cannibal rhythm Mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable ammo Lyrical animal off the top Rep that West 'til I walk with Pac We the 2.0 boys, quick Crooked Joe voice New Ghost, Rolls-Royce pull off the lot Pop me, the only way you could stop me I'm top seed, I clock green at mach speed So watch me if you haven't seen a phenomenon Who spit fast as Lamborghinis and Ramadan We're so fur-ously dan-ger-ous Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous We're so fur-ously dan-ger-ous Fur-fur-fur-ously dan-ger-ous I suggest... You shut it down Pack your ish... And turn around Because tonight... We run this town So let your feet... Sw-swiftly hit the ground We're too dangerous for the world