Dangerous

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know the deal, nigga Sha what's good nigga? Lex Diamond, your big brother here, you know Let's work this shit out, man Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyo, aiyo Fresh out the jungle where the blue boys run We carry rugers, smoking toast on your throat like oolas Hitting reefer, playing my square, windbreaker jacket Holding my bear, rock and roll in my Lear I have to eat, gun carefully, let the cocaine bling Strings is nothing, get your hoe clapped, king We hundred burners, onion turners, all this, came out the yard With twenty five to lifers, loving my squad You know the gun show off, whips is gleaming, clean as a fuck In dirty hallways, the ninas'll cluck This is crime station, my obligation is to look raw as ever Feed my little sons and patients Cause they hungry, shining, bullet fly right through the lining Catch me on the plane, humble and wining Feeding me, fresh niggas, downtown, Brooklyn in them brook lands Is Timbed up, looking for them jookes, with my miss and [Chorus] Yo, the streets is a part of me What you witnessing now is don archery Pack a lambskin hostler, one of these rocks'll soft you over You ain't nothing, you'se a bitch ass poser Fiends on your face, on the T-shirt, thinking that you envy the P Underneath'll be R.I.P. That's what you get, yo, for being so cocky Two guns, thumbs up, for me and my posse Yo, what's the science, little nigga? Yo, you beefing too hard I throw five in your Champ hood, and envy your squad You try to stick out your fucking hand, nah, I don't want no dap, nigga Fucking lucky you ain't get glammed Bitch ass nigga, you wrong, yo, you mingle with rats The other day you got caught with the gat, nigga How you home, nigga? Why you even up in my square? Like you get busy, got the block hot and stare Fresh coffins fast, they spitting, y'all fake bitches Snitches get mad love, hundred and eight stitches My condolences, word life, if they can find you a real killa Someone close is singing like the Jonases Crime Stoppers, the tips keep pouring in For a G, you be suprised who's going in Block huggers, the ones who be holding they jock And suck my cock, the real cock lovers [Chorus] Y'all can call me cook up or come back My flow hot, my hood hot, cause of one rat My block on fire cause of one match I spit with paper like thumbstacks, These cougars wanna play all these Young cats with pussy, turning boys to men, so I resort to the pen But at the same time, I'm pointing the pen And now it's game time, nigga, you in? You better thicken your skin Move with your peoples through the thick and the thin I watch for po-po, they raiding the crib And I ain't trying to get jammed, and have the next man raising my kids God forbid, dudes be hating on his, because a nigga go hard And hit 'em harder then they saying they is But that's just New York, I carry the torch, just long enough To light a Newport and carry this thought Fuck what you thought, the bigger the boss, bigger the cost They don't know about the Tribe of Shabazz, niggas is lost [Chorus]