Dangerously Makin’ Money (Clean)

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O.C. ft. Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, and Fatman Scoop - "Dangerously Makin' Money" [Emcee(s): O.C., Lord Tariq, and Peter Gunz] [Producer(s): Mr. Walt (of Da Beatminerz)] [Hook/Additional Vocals: Fatman Scoop] [Sample (Multiple Elements): 7th Wonder - "Daisy Lady" (0:01)] [Intro: Fatman Scoop] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, my ladies. The Fatman Scoop holding this down right here for my man O.C. Harlem World and Brooklyn [?] [Hook: Fatman Scoop and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Walt)] O.C. is ("making money") Peter Gunz is ("making money") Lord Tariq is ("making money") Fatman Scoop is ("making money") [Verse 1: O.C.] I was On the ballpark where niggas sold krills In park-jams at night where guns made blood spill. Let me Set the scene: Bushwick, cold park after Dark, where .22 handguns revolve now Hustlers back then would rock shark skins and British Leather, tan Wallabee Clarks, they were the shitted Caddy Couple de Ville, '79, heroine Game was strong, heavy-hitters with gold chains on. Nowadays Our ways made niggas into vultures (Blao!) Another young nigga stiff like a sculpture Gun in a holster? No more of that. Niggas'll Twist back your wig for what you said in a rap (Yo, it's a shame) But all the bad shit tainted in us, lust Murdered the scene. Hey, life is dangerous, uh [Hook: Fatman Scoop and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Walt)] Yeah, yeah NYC is ("making money"), all my boys in LA is ("making money"), all the cats in DC is ("making money"), [?] [?] is ("making money"), my team in Atlanta is ("making money"), all the cats in Detroit is ("making money"), all my boys in NC is ("making money"), my whole team in Miami is ("making money") [Verse 2: Lord Tariq] Twelve thousand a day Now that's math. Fuck these fakes. I'm the Lord, you might have Seen me on the ave lunching with Boy George Contemplating these spots on veteran Bronx blocks Even doing hand-to-hand, trying to triple my grand—damn The money came quick. Rumor has it that a fiend just Died off my shit, and they all bought a hit. Eighty Bundles a day kept the monsters away, but now we're Mobsters on City Island, we're cracking lobsters With a big-time investor, talking in codes, we're sipping Mexican siestas, learning new roads, and he expressed He was impressed from the stories I told and how My block generated more money than gold. Crime-related But innovative, bound to grow old, and how The New York blocks made my warm heart cold. Ain't no Time to fold. The nigga said he got bricks going Once, going twice, nigga, sold. Shit [Hook: Fatman Scoop and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Walt)] All my Chi Town Cats is ("making money"), my peoples from The Bay is ("making money"), all my cats in VA is ("making money"), and my team from Houston is ("making money"). What the deal? Yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Peter Gunz] You cowards like The 'Ross but ain't seen no parts of the moolah You're talking that tough shit, and you niggas is school-ah My man got about twenty mill' in the trunk, and a Third of that'll be in my bank in about a month. I Departed the Bronx in a private jet Shaq sent up I'm in the back, getting head, sipping Baileys, getting bent-up I feel your negativity. You're playing them games. Stop Beating around the bush, nigga, say my name: I Peter Gunz-slash-the Bronx top ten I call a bitch off and slide this dick up in her friend I reach for the nine to blind niggas if they hit it. You can have Twenty mill' in the bank and still get it like Up your back and around your neck (Woo-hah!) Hah, that's all I hear when I'm waving my TEC. Motherfucker Bullshitting, I'm hitting and banging switches And I got a gang of riches for all you stinking bitches now What? [Hook: Fatman Scoop and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Walt)] All my cats out in Queens is ("making money"), my team from Harlem World is ("making money"), yeah, the Boogie Down Bronx is ("making money"), all my peoples from Brooklyn is ("making money") [Verse 4: O.C.] I be that Slick kid with gold teeth shining off your forehead Beef? I don't think you want it, chief. I'm O.C Swing fly dialogue like Tarzan Slamming like Shazam on this here jam. Not a myth Like Zeus, I'm a prince like Shaka Zulu With a harem of broads feeding me fruits, me Blessing this joint is like God's hand writing a New Testament—you didn't see my write it, here's the evidence: I high, exalted, rappers forfeit Mouth like a barrel, words bust like a four-fifth Range of antenna when I send a slug through your midriff Here a slug for you popping that shit. Now if I miss the next shot, you gotta deal with Gunz, and if He miss, Lord Tariq will cold give you the runs, but I doubt We all miss, it's like game for us, three New York niggas that's dangerous—what? [Outro: Fatman Scoop] Yeah Without a doubt, O.C. worldwide Mega live. London Amsterdam, Denmark Japan. O.C. in the Lexus Land Yeah, you don't stop Peter Gunz in the house, you don't stop Lord Tariq in the house, you don't stop O.C. in the house, you don't stop