(feat. Busta Rhymes, Mark Curry, Snoop Dogg)    [Notorious B.I.G.]  Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggaz  My Fulton Street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six)  Dangerous MC's..    Uhh (check it out) uhh  Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top  Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green  Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest  Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness  Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?  And the winner is..    [Busta Rhymes]  Y'all niggaz know the rules  I blast on niggaz so --    [Notorious B.I.G.]  -- 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 every-body Big Willie  Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted  or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it  Your shit 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 nigga  but your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin  IV to pump-in, you're feeling something  Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift  at least six inches, above project fences  Turn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches  When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)  Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)  Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw  Yes I rocked your cheddar box (hah)  Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO)  Twist your body [singing] round and round, upside down    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]    C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon  Bitch grab your tits c'mon  Let me know you in the spot  Bump your fists, c'mon  Thugs tote yo' shit  we bout to get mo' rich, c'mon  Let's blow the club, c'mon  Fuck the place up, c'mon  Shake yo' nasty ass  and make it swing all around, c'mon  Yo, make this money  throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon  Bounce in your whips, c'mon  Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon  Dangerous MC's  My nigga this be the shit, c'mon  Dangerous MC's  My nigga this be the shit, c'mon    [Mark Curry]  Uh-huh, make money hand over fist  The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist  Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle  Fakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussle  The process of elimination, fresh rotation  come and go and they death be starvation  In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary  Snooze and you lose is the theory  The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief  Be afraid, you don't want beef with us chief  Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand  Everything you can imagine is real man  and revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold  Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes  You know the streets and it's real as shit, c'mon  Niggaz grab your dicks, c'mon  Bitches rub your tits, c'mon    [Chorus (minus last two lines)]    [Snoop Dogg]  Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg  Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw  Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin the law  You come up in my room look bitch you takin it off  Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em  with that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit  We dips to this, make chips to this  and buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)  I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin dick (say what?)  Who you think she fuckin with? (what?) Look here  My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd  Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW  .. How you like me now? (what what, what?)  You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle  100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the corner  all up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin    [Chorus (minus last two lines)]    [Busta Rhymes]  So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you  If I worked in a resteraunt  I'd shit in the food and feed it to you  Most of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you  Even all of them Haitian niggaz  won't believe this voodoo  Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois  and kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cer  I love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka  And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggaz full of ca-ca  The way we doin damage tell me how the FUCK you manage  with my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage  Them niggaz'll throw you in a manhole  and push they hand in yo' ass  and pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!  Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga  You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay nigga  This me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumors  Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS    [Chorus (minus last two lines)]    [Chorus (fades out)]