Artist: Ludacris f/ Claret Jai, Slaughterhouse Album: Fast Five soundtrack Song: F5 (Furiously Dangerous) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Claret Jai] We're so furiously dangerous Fur-fur-furiously dangerous We're so furiously dangerous Fu-fu-fur-furiously dangerous Fur-fur-fur.. [Ludacris] L-L-L-Luda! L-l-l-listen Death by lyrical injection, I'll KILL you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion, women call me the Green Bay Packer (Woo!) I pack the zeroes, meanin mucho dinero So paid, rappers is waitin on trades and they all get +Knicked+ like Melo Hello! Luda! Tell these other boys double up Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck My every record's jumpin, or playin double dutch I SHIT on rappers, every verse just got the bubble guts! [Joe Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin my moxy Animal watch me, if you think it's tangible stop me But then I hit 'em with a flow that they can't even copy See we don't play that where I'm from it's like fantasy hockey Sup wit a dog, thugs want a war Bad gene, what you wanna trade slugs with him for? While you cuffin 'em all, I'm stuffin the jaw Illegal for you read my kind of love on the board Dawg, you and your skill versus hard parts from our squad I'll put you on a crash course in a Smart car Mach speed and not relyin on a brake pad in a car you usually drive on a racetrack So the lines 'bout your Phantoms and your Maybachs are ghost tales for the phantoms, face facts We ruin hip-hop, Slaughterhouse and payback In the shape of the tat', now you done faded to black GO! [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] + (Claret Jai) I went from eatin Top Ramen to bein top rhymer Check full of commas No regrets except for the drama I remember a time where my only perfection was my momma My mind a long erection, now it's time ya bow down and erect a monu-ment in my honor Cause bitch I'm bonker, plural In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous girl She on E feelin on me singin on-key while I'm bumpin "We Are the World" Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn't did he? (We run this town!) No we didn't, Diddy I feel like tiltin the glass, you take a sip with me She from the city of Jackson, I call her Mississippi That was pretty witty Your man like a black man tryin to get re-elected, he ain't get it did he? [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, Timberland 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 mindstate {*whistle blows*} I'm settlin the score I don't know what y'all hatin for Wait, wait, know what? Matter fact I don't know what y'all waitin for I ain't finna say nothin, turn the bass up more 'til the speakers pop I get a kick out of that like a sneaker spot See I was a lil' kid with his thumbs in his ears and a tongue in the air goin (na-na-na-nyah-nyah) just when you think it stop (na-na-na-nyah-nyah-nyah) Everything I speak is hot But don't be mad, at least everything you speak is... I can't think of nothin nice to say You're not nice, okay? [Crooked I] Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur My shit fly like I'm launchin manure Lord of the underground, God of the sewer On Hennessy Black, all kind to the jawwww 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 'til I walk with 'Pac We the +2.0 Boys+ with Crooked, Joe, Royce New gold Rolls Royce pull off the lot Pop me the only way you can stop me I'm top seed, I clock green at Mach speed So watch me if you haven't seen the phenomenon I spit fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan [Chorus] [Claret Jai] I suggest, you shut it down Pack your ish, and turn around Because tonight, we run this town So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground [Ludacris] We too dangerous for the world!