Dangerous lyrics

[Intro: O.C.]
Uh, you don't stop
You don't stop, you don't stop
O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop
You don't stop, you don't stop
Big L is on the other, you don't stop
You don't stop and you don't stop
Mr. Walt on the beat, you don't stop
Check it out, yo, yo

[Verse 1: O.C.]
I'm lookin' for the big C-notes like Al Pacino
Here's a new slang word, you pussino
What it means is just that, puss
My nickname to some, know me as Mush
Fly like a Testarossa, my God
Do not attempt to diss me and my squad
Diggin' In The Crates crew clique, my brother
I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other
For those that know me, indeed I flow
Maneuvers like shells bust from a Luger
Satisfaction, I bring the action
Blowin' your backs in with only a fraction
A mic set mindset
O.C. design this, finest rap lord, your highness
Pulsatin', vibratin'
Shorty wop on the dance floor with the hips gyratin'
Come here, ass swingin' like a chandelier
Like a cat in heat with her ass all up in the air
Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard?
Rappin' is a b*tch, boy, and I got a lust for it
[Chorus]
Yeah, if you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it's a major plus
And whoever facin' us, we dangerous
If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it's a major plus
And whoever facin' us, we dangerous

[Verse 2: Big L]
I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns
One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down
Hoes is on me like I'm welfare
Even rich ones that live in Bel Air, is this Big L year? Hell, yeah
Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back
Watch how you talk when you call me, feds got the phone tapped
This rap game I put my life in it, chain got mega ice in it
Push an Infinit', chrome rims, light-tinted
You can see, pal, it's all about me now
Twenty Gs a show, punk, three-thou' just to freestyle
I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees
Can you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these
Yo, I'm fat like a old crayon, smooth as Rayon
L is who the ladies stay on (Yeah, baby, play on)
I chew chumps like chew-sticks, known for droppin' new hits
I know you want me, ho, if I was you, I'd want me too, b*tch
[Chorus]
If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it's a major plus
And whoever facin' us, we dangerous

[Verse 3: O.C.]
Time to show who get it on like so
Derived from nature, so I'm pure like snow
Brown-skinned n*gga with a low-cut Caesar
Travelin' the world with my name on a visa
As said, O.C. legendary already
Rhyme flow cut like a machete
First-time rappers, I bust your cherries
b*tch, hold still so I can put it in steady
The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict
She stayed still and let me pump this di*k
Microphone raw-diggin', almost won't fit in
I'm still hard when I'm bustin' off semen
Semi, y'all in my way, okay
Rhymes are gay, I'ma make you a M.I.A. 
'Cause I find you not an itsy-bitsy bit raw
I'ma grind you like the bicuspids-es in my jaws
When I rock, it feel like you're bein' f*cked on all-fours
This ain't meant for the stores
This is for the n*ggas in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinkin' they cute with ug' mugs, step off
[Bridge: O.C. & Melle Mel]
Shaolin (Makin' money)
n*ggas in Brooklyn (Ma— Makin' money)
Queens and the Bronx (Makin' money)
Yeah, Manhattan (Ma— Makin' money)

[Verse 4: Big L & O.C.]
I rock the blue-faced Presi', pockets heavy with cheddy
I met these two lezzies in a Chevy, Betty and Desi
They like to ménage à trois, and blasé blah
With L Corleone 'cause I'm a suave star (Yeah)
No doubt, baby pa, platinum rings
Mean n*ggas lookin' at my ice from the chain it swing
In the party, pop Dom, lampin' like a don
Low-key, smilin' at the b*tches with my gold teeth
You can't f*ck with The Crates 'cause we just too hot
So all that mess you pop, I suggest you stop
Quit while you ahead, 'cause you ain't built like that
Better chill, 'cause on the real, cats get killed like that (Mhm)
Two crisp-type figures, clean-cut n*ggas
Plushed-out cribs, rock twin Ac' Vigors
Livin' life to the fullest, gettin' rich ain't far
Chillin' with women, baggin' doe, avoidin' sl*ts and scars

[Chorus]
Yeah, if you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it's a major plus
And whoever facin' us, we dangerous