Lyrics:
Dangerous
Out in the dark side of the streets
That's changing us
The system never completes it just
Crushes us
Can't we all rise up and meet and beat
Motivated by the bands
Give me a million grand
I do everything that they can't
The rapping is always advanced
A gymnast on the stands, I'm always sticking
Yessir I'll be fine on my own sir
Counting stacks counting bricks on my lonesome
Brass it out, imma trap while the feds watch
Nigga fuck it, Imma
honey
Oh honey
Let me take you to Alexander's
Grand stand brass band
Ain't you coming along?
Come on and hear
Come on and hear
Alexander's
ma honey, oh ma honey
Let me take you
To Alexander's grandstand, brass band
Ain't you comin' along?
Come on and hear, come on and hear
out
I'm talking reddies lil nigga I'll take this chance now
Driving in my glass house
Up in this brass' house
Thinking of ways to get paid
Let's rid
ma honey, oh ma honey
Let me take you
To Alexander's grandstand, brass band
Ain't you comin' along?
Come on and hear, come on and hear
take too kindly
To bullies
Time to punch in with the knucks
I punched in with the brass knuckles
I see ya childish demeanor
cs I'm snacking
lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line
I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I
coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks
Strike it up if judah sticks
The brass band, hold hands
Right across the new land
Have an accent pay your
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Dust and take and serve niggas on my hot plate
So cats who got beef, we can take it to the streets
Cause shit these niggas talk to the grave with
That street money, that street, that street money
I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If
the niapalm
Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight
Dust and take and serve niggas on my hot plate
So cats who got beef, we can take it
on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law
It's the G-O-D, my delivery is see-O-D
Word is bond and bond
ignite the rebirth of M.C's lyrically,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold,? What do you really see?
I see
next-door neighbor, baby, won't hear you grieve and groan
I take it to my room and lay it 'cross my big brass bed
I take it to my room and lay it 'cross my
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
honey,
Let me take you to Alexander's
Grand stand brass band,
Ain't you comin' along?
Come on and hear, come on and hear,
Alexander's Ragtime Band.
Come
honey,
Let me take you
To Alexander's
Grandstand,
Brass band,
Ain'tcha comin' along?
Come on and hear,
Come on and hear,
Alexander's Ragtime Band.
Come
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
And lost his mind to the road (Streets)
Cause the world so cold
Cause the world so cold
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road
at a pair of eyes
Sleep paralysis hitting me like single night
Ten weapons, ten kills, zero reason not to take your life
It's all inside my bag, I got
Youngsta he said "big homie I'm with you to the death"
I told him "its CMG we go to war we never ask for help"
Bands on deck like a high school
Blood
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