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Dangerous Grounds

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

All them real live motherfuckin' niggaz step up front right now

It's goin' down

One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby

Shaolin what?

Come on, come on, haDangerous ground

Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud come down

War and peace, I take it to the street

Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thiefAnd curse his first born, is this thing on?

Send 'em to the children of the corn, we the people

See, niggaz through the eye of the demon

My lethal injection, destroyin' evil

Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol

Aimin' at your brain tissue, do or die

Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?"Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me

On the job like Dick Tracy

Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D.

Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it

Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten

In the rotten apple

I kick dirt on your sand castle

Check the flavor all naturalBeat your feet

Hot Nikk's son

Heat-mizer

Before you get the main course

Taste a appetizerSubmerged in the word

Heavy headed verbal that smack you

Mentally disturb you, attack you

Thirty six chamb' once again comin' at you

Young gun got the body snatch you observe

Wise words you can only see through the third

I fall way beyond the norm on the verb

Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on

Track yellin' at me get yo arrow godVictory is hard, regardless to whom or what

They all movin' targets Allah

Runnin' through your house and your block party, with rap shotty

And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards

Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy

Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly

Dumb deaf and blind is it

I kick the spine out the battery backs

Fuckin' with mine keep it movin'Now everybody just throw your hands in the

What the fuck, fuck?

Peace, who this?Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin' line

Deep Space Nine

Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs

Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse

Body-surf on the verse head first

Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat

And you spazzed out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin' peace

Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy

Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer

40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander

Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate

Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate

Street politicians on a suicide mission

Crime vision finger itchin' from a scope view positionDangerous ground

Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes downKeep your eyes open

Love potion number nine poetry in motion

Knowledge me the seventh sign

Scopin', connivin', infiltrate is most of mine

Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine

Push and get shoved' what the fuck Gods' thinkin' of

Comin' in the club wit that screwface, actin' up

Is we men or mice, bad moon risin' we wild for the night

Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice 'cuz o

That's what happened when frontin' on the Shaol' boroughIsland of Staten we in here no fear

Assault wit intent

To kill your whole regiment it's real

Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun

Tear apart son you don't want it then don't start none

Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly

Handle my B I camouflage like G.I.

Fat like Joe, a day in the life

Your money or your life that's the life

Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle

Tryin' to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustleDangerous ground

Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down

War and peace, I take it to the street

Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief

Motherfucker

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