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dangerous niggas
uhh black rob shit
y´all don´t know?
uhh uhh
danegerous niggas
lil kim and black rob yelowman
p diddy, the moment you all been waitin for
murder yeah, ha ha yeah

[black rob]
what y´all riffin about, hang em like they did in the south
dead wit ya dick in ya mouth
now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin
like i won´t slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse
till you get home, i´m amped like a part of ya couch
then sit on me, that´s what i´ma spit filthy
pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me
tried to tell his coward ass it´s real
actin like i can´t get through that slomen shield
i´m a veteran, i´ll take leathers and furs in front of him
safe cracker, moved from new york to jers
still sending?kites with birds?
nothin´s heard, feds wanna tap my word
take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds
you swerve, i splurge with all yall riches
comin to joke and blind all yall bitches
give respect where respect is due
keep frontin, and i´ma put the tech to you
coward

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dame espacio
man back up off me
dame espacio
can i get a minute to breathe?
dame espacio
that means give me space
dame espacio
damn back up off me

[black rob]
like i´m just talking like i never did these things
snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings
i did things some of yall cowards might not imagine
like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm
press the button bitch i´m not havin
or it´ll your?super? employee leave in a bag and
black wagon, bait boy i´m not braggin
it´s a promise, i´ll take em to school like nastradamus
it´s my thing do what i do best
want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts
how dare you try to stash yours in your drawls
what´s mines is mines, what´s yours aint yours
get his whip, watch how quickly i paint yours
watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs
coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin i won´t lamp in the hall
like new year´s and drop the ball, bitches!

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[lil´ kim]
where i come from, we all got guns
be a hundred of yall and we still won´t run
call the cops, they still won´t come
we bang on niggas like we playin the drums
these cats think they know me black
well i hit em over the head and say "homey don´t play that"
listen to they rhymes and say didn´t i say that?
damn, i´m the shit, it´s like i´ma nigga they be bitin my dick
get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks
go on y´all can have my flow
i extort y´all hoes for all yall dough
and by now i think all yall know
who´s the winner, still champ by t.k.o. what

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