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 ho 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

Cuz 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

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, ya'll 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

Ya'll can call me cook up or come back

My flow hot, my hood hot, cuz of one rat

My block on fire cuz 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