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Big L - Danger Zone lyrics
Malcolm X] Stealing runs rampant in Harlem Gambling runs rampant in Harlem All types of evils and uhh, vices that terrified our community run rampant in Harlem [Big L] The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it Sendin poems to have them faggots diggin hoes like Reverand Swaggart L's the nigga that crime follows I'm hittin fine models and stabbin folks with broken wine bottles I beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch Always sprayin Tecs, because I be stayin vexed Some nigga named Dex, was in the projects layin threats I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin Put his brains in the street Now you can see what he was just thinkin I'm chokin enemies til they start turnin pale Satan said I'm learnin well, Big L's gonna burn in hell Front nigga start it cause your rap style ain't even hard I run with a fevered squad, and NONE OF US believe in God Chorus: McGruff, Big L [McG] Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone [Big] Where no man can withstand or hold his own [Big] Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone [McG] Where no man can withstand or hold his own [Big L] I got styles you can't copy bitch, it's the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticks Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray FUCK how Lethal be doin shit, the devil son's way Every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man won't hit a girl well I ain't real cause I beat bitches up I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill I'm takin lives for a great price, I'm the type to snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest The Big L smash stress, cause hell is my address I'm on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin, "Mommy Big L is comin to get me!" Chorus 2X [Big L] I keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin up "Can I get your autograph L?" No bitch, I'm off duty I'm breakin hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks It ain't no food in my fridge; just body parts I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged I never wear, brothers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it! A beef with me, you better prevent it cause in a minute I'll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented And my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed and gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob' Aiyyo crazy bitches slept with L Then they niggaz got mad and tried to step to L But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special ed so I suggest you spread pretzelhead, 'fore I turn your white sweats to red Chorus 2X |
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