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Ludacris

Genres: Hip-Hop

F5 Furiously Dangerous Lyrics - Ludacris

We're so furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

 

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 

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 jumping, or playing double dutch 

I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts 

 

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Let me tell this to the people not understanding 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 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 rebound 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 

Gon' speeding not relying on the brake pad 

The car you should only drive on the race track 

So the lyings bout your feelings and your Maybach 

Are ghost tails for the Phantoms face facts 

We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback 

In the shape of a tat, you done faded to black 

Go 

 

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Furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

 

I went from eating top ramin 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 honor 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 

Your man like a black man tryna' get re-elected 

He ain't get it, did he? 

 

Sticking it to the pedal 

Pedal to the floor 

Just whipping 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 ain't 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 na na 

Just when you think it stop na na na na na 

Everything I speak is hot 

But don't be mad at least everything you speak is 

I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay 

 

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 ain't work, homie, I'm off the clock 

I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal 

With a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable 

Ammo, lyrical animal off the top 

Rep that West till I walk with Pac 

We the two point 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 mach speed 

So watch me, if you haven't seen the phenomenon 

I spit fast as Lamborghini's and Ramadan 

 

We're so furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

Furiously dangerous 

 

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 

 

We too dangerous for the World