[Hook: Claret Jai]
We�re so furiously dangerous
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
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 zero�s
Meaning mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin� on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other boys double up
�Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin�, or playin� double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not understandin� my moxy
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 that
Where I�m from it�s like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs want a war
Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him for?
While you cuffin �em all, I�m stuffing her jaw
Then leave em for you to read my Kevin Love on the boards
Dog, you and your skill retard hard from of our squad
I put you on a crash course in a smart car
Going speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you still drive on the race track
So you lying bout your feelings and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face facts?
We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO�
[Hook: Claret Jai]
[Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went from eating Top Ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of commas
No regrets except for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong direction
Now it�s time ya bow down and rep ? in my honor
Writ in my honour cause bitch I�m bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous? girl
She on E, feeling on me, singing on key
While I�m bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn�t did he
�We run this town�
No he didn�t did he
I feel like tinting the glass,
You take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand like a black man tryna get re-elected
He aint get it, did he?
[Hook: Claret Jai]
[Joell Ortiz]
Sticking it to the pedal
Pedal to the floor
Just whippin� it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I�m settling the score
I don�t know what ya�ll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter fact
I don�t know what you�re waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you speak is�
I can�t think of nothing nice to say, you�re not nice okay
[Crooked I]
Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur
My shit fly like I�m launching manure
Lord of the underground, God of the saw
On Hennessy black, ? to the jaw
Yeah I�m off the block
This aint work, homie, I�m off the clock
I�m a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal
With a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable
Ammo, lyrical and I�m off the top
Rep that West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crook, and Joe, Royce
New ghost Rolls Royce, pulled off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can stop me
I�m top seed, I pop green at my speed
So watch me, if you haven�t seen the phenomenom
I spit fast as Lamborghini�s and Ramadan
[Hook]
[Outro]
I suggest you shut it down
Pack your �ish and turn around
Because tonight, we run this town
So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground
[Ludacris]
We too dangerous for the World
