King Chip, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Kliff Notez - Most Dangerous lyrics

Springfield on me, I'm from Cleveland homie
Got my gun license whoadie ain't
No swinging on me
Nigga we gets it it fo sho'
Bitch I ain't no ho
That??? shit is cool fo sho'
​I'm from Saints Row
Ain't no re up game though nigga
With money just lay low
Y'all nigga do what I say so
Don't end up rocking no halo (bitch)
Two Jordans ain't outchea
All black is my outfit
My hood ain't play no games this year bitch
Up in Queens with OG P, we on the extra real
We living legends from the hood
Ain't got no record deal
I'm dropping like twenty in a months still
Cop a new weapon change a grill
Pretty girls came for sex you leave
Nah if you came to chill
Y'all nigga with plenty cake, X6 on 28's
You play around with your salary
I know your boss you finna hate
Comе to club don't pay me down got
A hammer homie got an OZ
Yеah that what's up and show some love
But keep movin' y'all know me bitch

What's the prognosis I'm focused
About my bacon strips
What's your agenda I'm never
Off point my clique we still the dopest the
Coldest the most dangerous
We still the dopest the
Coldest the most dangerous

The coldest most dangerous
My affiliates most dangerous
Guns we trust murder rock
Shake 'em like some princess cuts
Give me gums with bubble butts, fuck?
This infamous legend life riders
In the Harley truck
We can tell ain't hardly bust
What's the smell of powder puff
Triple cross and wide nigga streets
Out here fuck you up
Pussy call it fall on me
Snitches ain't no referee
Take that chain what you want
Bitch I'm on that money train
Move 'em like some liquid cane
Niggas sweet as sugar cane
Smack 'em through that windowpane
Ho ass nigga I'm bout these raps
Bustin' traps and bouncin' back
22 pounds of that hundred stacks
2 pounds of that duffle bag
Scale you can tear that back
Chips is at lay in the trap
Lay in the bush is payback black
Ain't gon' be no I be back
I be sure to finish clap
OG's call me little me
Cause they can't get rid of me
My top just like?
You kidding me what's the prognosis

What's the prognosis I'm focused
About my bacon strips
What's your agenda I'm never
Off point my clique we still the dopest the
Coldest the most dangerous
We still the dopest the
Coldest the most dangerous

I still pop a few drugs
Pop a little bub get a low neck
For my little jump bunny in the projects
She like my swag there's no contest
Perignon P that's me, that's me
No doubt, no doubt, i'm next
Leave this mic and pick my teeth
Always my man is passed tooth pick
A little dessert that'll work
What's on the menu
Some basement track tell than to let loose
Some real hot shit that burn like pistols
And DJs won that instrumental
That murder that fire that killed
The plane and serving fiends
They wanna get higher and higher
We got what they need
This that hit a nigga with the back when
The nigga wanna act like upward in
What a really is showing what it is and
A better nigga never do that again
Niggas emotional like Carl Thomas
I hurt your feelings and I'm not sorry
The autobiography of the hardest artist
I draw your blood test my hand I test my aim
And Etch-a-sketch but on your face
Canary stoolies when a jammie up and have
A nigga catch a brand new case
I know your style you so tough
Tell a??? knock out your brain
I tell on that dead man no
Make no statements and can't cooperate

What's the prognosis I'm focused
About my bacon strips
What's your agenda I'm never
Off point my clique we still the dopest the
Coldest the most dangerous
We still the dopest the
Coldest the most dangerous