| Yeah
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| It’s The Unit, niggas
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| It’s Buck, nigga
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| The captain of the motherfuckin' ship, nigga
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| Salute to the whole god damn state of New York
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| You niggas know what time it is
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| Nah, fuck that, I’m goin' first, nigga
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| You pussy niggas go and put this in your purse, niggas
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| Real killas, hey 50, look, we done birthed niggas (Woo)
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| Them bring that 40 Glock to church niggas
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| Get on your knees, pray to Allah and go and murk niggas
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| Potatoes on the barrel, duct tapin' these big clips
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| When we together you know how bloody this shit gets
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| It’s been a while since niggas been stabbed on TV
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| Now BET and MTV happy to see me
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| The unit, by now you niggas should be used to it
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| I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it
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| Take these bullets out this K back and let you do it
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| Take these brick walls and see if you can shoot through it
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| Positivity didn’t build the Statue of Liberty
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| I’m all in Brooklyn, bustin' my gun, hidin' my identity
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| Re-in' up on heron in Harlem, it ain’t no tenor key
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| Cashville country nigga, look what Queens done to me
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| Oh, somebody 'bout to die, I could feel it, nigga (Woo)
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| I got a bag for my shooters to go and kill a nigga (Bang, bang)
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| Headshots when they pull them sticks out (Woo)
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| Mexico still gettin' them bricks out (Whoa)
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| Free El Chapo, they still traffickin'
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| He ain’t die when you hit him, he gotta get clapped again (Shoot 'em again)
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| Mask on, no face, no case (Woo)
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| The pastor at his funeral looked like Ma$e (Haha)
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| These false prophets is gettin' younger
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| Y’all keep givin' 'em your money, y’all dumber and dumber (Stupid)
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| I got the work on the stove next to the cornbread
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| Plottin' on my opps, I want 'em all dead
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| I remember days when I couldn’t remember days (What else?)
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| Livin' so fast them memories tend to fade
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| Back in my beginnin' stage (Uh huh), way before the hype
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| Holy water on my neck so I pray with all my ice (Yup)
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| I made up for the nights I couldn’t pay for mama lights
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| It was shade like Barry White or either take us on a heist, yeah
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| Niggas jokers that I never interacted with (Never)
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| Never switched my tactics, get the bag and rip the plastic (Shit)
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| Five hour trips, put the addy in the navi shit (What up?)
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| Now it’s power trips, put the Caddy down the Cali strip
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| So watch me, I’m too potent, Ziplock me
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| My reality ain’t the TV, they couldn’t Love & Hip Hop me, nah
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| Hip-Hop the culture, this thing of ours
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| Started in the streets of New York City
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| And spread worldwide
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| A platform for us kids in the ghetto to have a voice
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| And express ourselves
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| However we chose to
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| You see, you can’t judge anyone
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| If you never walked in their shoes before
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| And unless you’re willin' to buy them some new shoes to walk in
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| Then you need to shut the fuck up
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| I grew up with them nigga
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| That performed them gang rituals
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| Woulda presumed it was for residuals, pitiful enough
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| It was just so one of us could hammer the throwaway
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| And bust another one of us for geological preference
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| Ideological adolescents, hood investments
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| I thank the most high for OGs that demonstrated reverence and respect
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| And relevance was a death to new faces
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| Seemingly out of place throwin' rocks at the penitentary
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| Could they stop us? |
| Eventually
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| Basketball scores and placement
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| Nigga bumped you to the pavement
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| Who woulda thought a trip to the basement
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| Would pan out a young black man’s life wasted
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| So just in case we planned ahead
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| Swearin' to the man upstairs
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| Anything against us (Dead)
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| Time comes for somethin' you said
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| It’s '99 when you fucked with the feds
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| Fuck that shit
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| Me and Jesus got somethin' in common
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| He lugged a big cross
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| Fish poppin' out the Porsche
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| Lookin' like Jaws
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| Diamonds from the district leavin' no flaws
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| Marble floors, bartender whores (Yeah)
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| Premeditated wars have you up north (Yeah)
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| I’m teflon cut, niggas velvet soft
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| Friends turned foes, now it all make sense
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| 'Cause some hoes fight harder than they pimps
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| Ya feel me?
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| Hit the shepherd and the sheep afraid
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| Turn his SUV into Swiss cheese
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| I turned the Maybach Benz on
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| Pockets all fat, boy, see more checks than Dre mom
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| Fake gangsters behind computers
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| G5 takin' off like Max Julien |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Danger, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Album song Hip Hop Frontline, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп