Текст песни Big L - Danger Zone
Big L - Danger Zone слова песни
[Malcolm X]Stealing runs rampant in HarlemGambling runs rampant in HarlemAll types of evils and uhh, vices that terrified our communityrun rampant in Harlem[Big L]The microphone is through when this rap legend grab itSendin poems to have them faggots diggin hoes like Reverand SwaggartL`s the nigga that crime followsI`m hittin fine models and stabbin punks with broken wine bottlesI beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like breadsticksI sex chicks, I`ll even fuck a dead bitchAlways sprayin Tecs, because I be stayin vexedSome nigga named Dex, was in the projects layin threatsI jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkinPut his brains in the streetNow you can see what he was just thinkinI`m chokin enemies til they start turnin paleSatan said I`m learnin well, Big L`s gonna burn in hellFront and get scarred cause your rap style ain`t even hardI run with a thievin squad, and NONE OF US believe in GodChorus: 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 sixin the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticksEvery Sunday, a nun lay from my gun sprayFuck Carlito, we doin` shit the Devil Son`s wayEvery minute, my style switches up, they said a real manwon`t hit a girl well I ain`t real cause I beat bitches upI use words that`s ill, L got nerves of steelI`m cool, but every now and then I get a urge to killI`m takin lives for a great price, I`m the typeto snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape ChristAnd I`m fast to put a cap in a fag chestThe Big L smash stress, cause hell is my addressI`m on some satanic shit, strictly, little kidsbe 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 dutyI`m breakin hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparksIt ain`t no food in my fridge; just body partsI keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids ruggedI never wear rubbers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it!A beef with me, you better prevent it cause in a minuteI`ll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dentedAnd my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbedand gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob`Aiyyo crazy bitches slept with LThen they niggaz got mad and tried to step to LBut I`m sicker than a nigga that`s in special ed so I suggestyou spread pretzelhead, `fore I turn your white sweatsuit redChorus 2X