Furious Five

[Hook: Chamillionaire] Cause I'm lyrically so dangerous, yeaa You don't want no problems, you don't want no problems Ya'll know I'm so dangerous. mmmm You don't want no problems, you don't want no problems [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 waiting 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 [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Haha, hold up Ludacris they are Ludacris think I'm new to this Rep the dirty all across the world I polluted it Suafist and a hollow point through ya head Hope ya get the point it don't really matter who you is Nowadays they be snitching and they so smooth Defaquit your vocals like it's pro tools Sposed to keep it real but they don't you Know you get the blame when the police is who he spoke to Diabolical shoot at your and turn your molecules Into particals how you really thinkin I'm a lose Comical money only reason I'm a move They'll anounce that I made a killin like obama news 3 stories but the truth really never told 3 stories in the condo I never know Who I goota kill to get a bomm docks episode With shakira shaking what she got in a leapered robe Play no games like I never got a token My money counter just be going through the motions Give me my Jim Carrey mask cause I'm smokin' Always bein a boss what the hell is a promotion Anything less than the best is insulting Gold toilets, I be pissing like a sultan I hope ya got geicko I leave ya broken I'm taking bout the mic I see the lizard and I show him [Hook] [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 in [?] 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 ain't get it, did he? [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] Stick 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 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-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 [Verse 5: Crooked I] Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur My shit fly like I'm launching manure Lord of the underground, God of the sewer On Hennessy Black, on Con-to-the-jure Yeah I'm off the block This ain't work, homie I'm off the clock I'm a syllable Hannibal killer A 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 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crook and Joe, Royce New Ghost Rolls Royce pulled off the lot Pop me the only way you could stop me I'm top seed, I clock green at mach speed So watch me if you haven't seen a phenomenon Spit fast as Lamborghini's and Ramadan [Hook]