with the false nuts, come with the static And they get they funky ass shot the fuck up So I give they ass a big blast, instead of turnin' The other cheek, I get dead
I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick Because we livin' in a concentration set And everyday, we face to face with death I seen my homies go and come And
jail I ain't going tonight Quick to pull a 4-4 in the fight Under the street lights Rollin' the dice We was so enticed By niggas like slick money and
a while (uhh) Not gamblin but every now and then they'd smile Then BLAOW! They had(?) Mag's and told everybody, "Put your shit in the bag" Made people strip naked, quicker
faces Walk me out like im a killer, scared the fuck out my neighbors So they all put a pen and paper on the table and told me ?give us the names and
stop making this funky-ass shit to ride to And other rap crews can see Dangerous Crew got the funky beats And when I see ya, and act like I don't know
't you stick to what you do best Keep a dick in your ass and keep your nine to five And don't be runnin' and rappin' about you signed to Jive And I don
you already the best? And what the hell is he doin'?" Well, I'ma be choppin' and cuttin' and breakin' and beatin' and shakin' And fuckin' everything up
it and pitch nerds You think I wanna be on this shooter shit But niggas hate and money is the root of it And if a nigga wants to try and mercy me And
and Red & blue lights and squad cars is all I'm seein' I told you motherfuckers "No moves, no altercations" Now it's half a tank a gas and a hostage situation
boats little pricks Girl you think that other pricks hot I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match 'Fore I sit back and let 'em get hot Better call the cops on 'em quick
little pricks Girl you think that other pricks hot Ill drink gasoline and eat a lit match Fore I sit back and let em get hot Better call the cops on em quick
red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga
and what's fantasy And then the poets down here, don't write nothing at all They just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night They
woozy and my eyes are red But it's better than a Uzi and a brother man is dead See nine out of ten are black on black crimes Four out of nine were killed
posse And I'm quick to go stick other suckers With a smile just like a sick motherfucker A bullet inside the sucker's guts and Hit butt and his nuts
and G Rap yo Motherfucker professionallin with the pros [Kool G Rap] Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes and shots blow all them cowards and
for robberies Dos smokin' SUV's, grab me an army green Fat and frills, thrills and spills, eat and sleep, hump and kill Shop til you drop, work til you dead