Danger's Not a Stranger
کاور آهنگ Danger's Not a Stranger از Gucci Mane

Danger's Not a Stranger

The Cold War: Guccimerica۱۳۹۴۴:۳۴

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You know I'm a gangster

So danger's not a stranger

I keep one in the chamber

And I'm dizzy when I'm anger

I'll put you in the paper

I'll send you to your maker

Then retreat to Jamaica

It die down, I'll be back later

All gangsters toe strap to this

Pussies in the club get slapped to this

Sucka ass niggas don't rock to this

And if you ain't a real nigga don't play my dis

I'm Gucci Mane LaFlare I'll blast the bitch

Then put me on the stand I'mma plead the fifth

I'mma merc' this track here on the script

Studio gangsters, don't rock with them

He say he know me, but I don't rock with him

And my partner know I keep my chopper, pimp

I'm silverback gorilla you're just a chimp

Better yet you're a chump (?) —Sgucci!

You know I'm a gangster

So danger's not a stranger

I keep one in the chamber

And I'm dizzy when I'm anger

I'll put you in the paper

I'll send you to your maker

Then retreat to Jamaica

It die down, I'll be back later

All the greatest (?) niggas move bricks to this

Zone Six niggas hit licks to this

Rich squad niggas toe strap the shit

This rubber spit quotes (?) are not accurate

Gucci Mane swag immaculate

I'm hard to figure out like calculus

My enemy pussy (?) like Malcolm X

To get to the top I got to get

You get in my way, then your head I'll hit

With a hollow tip, nigga, I hardly miss

Niggas diss me, but I don't (?) to this

I'll pistol whip a nigga till his skull is split Gucci!

You know I'm a gangster

So danger's not a stranger

I keep one in the chamber

And I'm dizzy when I'm anger

I'll put you in the paper

I'll send you to your maker

Then retreat to Jamaica

It die down, I'll be back later

Now I'm a take me back to my old ways

Running around think like the old days

Hit my lick playing The O Jay's

Me and OJ, twin AKs

Do you really think I'm dead, man?

And I ain't got hollow top lead, man?

Four shots all in your chest, man

Fuck around on that Cris', man

Talking all that fake talky-talk

That's how you got your wack start

In my Phantom coupe just laughing

Me giving y'all a thought is the last thing

You know I'm a gangster

So danger's not a stranger

I keep one in the chamber

And I'm dizzy when I'm anger

I'll put you in the paper

I'll send you to your maker

Then retreat to Jamaica

It die down, I'll be back later

Shout out my nigga, Walker

My nigga, Woo

My nigga, Juice

My nigga, Frenchy

My nigga, Yody

Lil Joe

My brother, Duke

Lil Nate

Whole Alabama

Whole East Atlanta

Memphis

Garden (?)

Shawty, on the West Side

My nigga, Ten on the south side

My nigga, Drawers

My nigga, Pat

What's happening?

It's Gucci, nigga

Burr!