Danger Time
by Madona
All the dead bodies found wrapped in the carpet.
a healthy pretty baby found cryin in the garbage.
walk your dog, he pees on the sidewalk.
no movies no clubs, cause your bound to get caught.
enimies comin, runnin for your life, time to get home
see somebody on the corner takin shit straight to the dome.
for no reason, killings in the season
everybodys scared, leave the body bleedin.
people runnin, panic, cause shots are still ringin
these damn thugs, they wont stop the gun slingin
havin fun in these days, you gotta wear a vest.
125 in the summer, its like the wild west.
somthing wrong, cause a nigga cap everybody
capped, the worst about it is every fuckin bodys strapped
all you can do is cross your fingers and hope for growing.
i use to wear the leatherjacket with the strap showing.
but its ok, shots rang, the next thing you see is blood.
im in my ride, tryin to slide on the fake thugs.
dangerous times, dangerous days, dangerous lives
everwhere we go the dangers never out of sight.
junior high school in 86 and 87.
they had 38's and 94 mack elevens.
what the hell is going on god, pass the indo
what the hell they killing over nintendo.
i think the world is ending, and aids aint the plauge.
so you can die later if you dont die today.
mothers cryin, cant understand it.
there kids gone. he aint even reach a man yet.
i try to free the hip hop when i write my lines
but everytime i try, lyrics are being criticized
go to school, go to the movies, go to the club, go to the store
turn on the news, its like were living in a war.
no one to trust, the cops are the fuckin crooks
these days they dont go bye the books
proceed with caution, if not your lost and
theyll kill a few times and have no remorcin
get twisted, the last thing on your mind.
you got caught living in these danger times.
a healthy pretty baby found cryin in the garbage.
walk your dog, he pees on the sidewalk.
no movies no clubs, cause your bound to get caught.
enimies comin, runnin for your life, time to get home
see somebody on the corner takin shit straight to the dome.
for no reason, killings in the season
everybodys scared, leave the body bleedin.
people runnin, panic, cause shots are still ringin
these damn thugs, they wont stop the gun slingin
havin fun in these days, you gotta wear a vest.
125 in the summer, its like the wild west.
somthing wrong, cause a nigga cap everybody
capped, the worst about it is every fuckin bodys strapped
all you can do is cross your fingers and hope for growing.
i use to wear the leatherjacket with the strap showing.
but its ok, shots rang, the next thing you see is blood.
im in my ride, tryin to slide on the fake thugs.
dangerous times, dangerous days, dangerous lives
everwhere we go the dangers never out of sight.
junior high school in 86 and 87.
they had 38's and 94 mack elevens.
what the hell is going on god, pass the indo
what the hell they killing over nintendo.
i think the world is ending, and aids aint the plauge.
so you can die later if you dont die today.
mothers cryin, cant understand it.
there kids gone. he aint even reach a man yet.
i try to free the hip hop when i write my lines
but everytime i try, lyrics are being criticized
go to school, go to the movies, go to the club, go to the store
turn on the news, its like were living in a war.
no one to trust, the cops are the fuckin crooks
these days they dont go bye the books
proceed with caution, if not your lost and
theyll kill a few times and have no remorcin
get twisted, the last thing on your mind.
you got caught living in these danger times.
[Chorus] x2
they got a nigga living in danger,danger
danger times
danger times
yo im riding through the back streets
pumpin black beats.
stop where the nigga saling crack be.
say wsup to my neighborhood dealers.
niggas like cee-loo, local car stealers.
narks crusing bye they wanna lock us on the way.
no eye contact, we wanna lead them astray.
but the niggas in the backseat looking like a snitch though.
cops looking like a little bitch yo.
so you know im calm though, cant get caught in the mix
bye these fake trouble cops and they crooked ass tricks
and uh hold up yo, niggas rollin up yo, for what
i dont know, but they was busted so i gives a fuck
pop a man in his fuckin dome with the gangsta crome.
i forgot i was lurking in the red zone.
if i want to smoke good, i see my man over there you see.
cops on the corner, then the muthafuckas fled the scene
its gotta be a dream yo im buggin.
i sit on the scene as a mean mad muggin muthafucka
that i be from the streets.
for the first thing that jump i got my hand on my heat
yo its danger time.
pumpin black beats.
stop where the nigga saling crack be.
say wsup to my neighborhood dealers.
niggas like cee-loo, local car stealers.
narks crusing bye they wanna lock us on the way.
no eye contact, we wanna lead them astray.
but the niggas in the backseat looking like a snitch though.
cops looking like a little bitch yo.
so you know im calm though, cant get caught in the mix
bye these fake trouble cops and they crooked ass tricks
and uh hold up yo, niggas rollin up yo, for what
i dont know, but they was busted so i gives a fuck
pop a man in his fuckin dome with the gangsta crome.
i forgot i was lurking in the red zone.
if i want to smoke good, i see my man over there you see.
cops on the corner, then the muthafuckas fled the scene
its gotta be a dream yo im buggin.
i sit on the scene as a mean mad muggin muthafucka
that i be from the streets.
for the first thing that jump i got my hand on my heat
yo its danger time.
[Chorus] x2
will i never die, i dont know cause these stranger times
too high to notice muthafuckin danger times.
niggas all on my phone talkin major shit.
and your mad casue i wont let you page me bitch.
now quit being quick to flip.
my niggas dying over small time trifflin shit.
so i aint got time for these you know whats.
on the nuts of a nigga makin major bucks.
we got new yorks finest, comin right behind us.
mind trippin of the mowett a niggas sippin.
open fire on them bitches if they get to trippin.
mobb on the scene with the squad from queens.
drinkin hennessey, muthafuckin bags of green
left the mini 14 for the punks wit funk.
drop the trunk on them silly bitches blst them pun
too high to notice muthafuckin danger times.
niggas all on my phone talkin major shit.
and your mad casue i wont let you page me bitch.
now quit being quick to flip.
my niggas dying over small time trifflin shit.
so i aint got time for these you know whats.
on the nuts of a nigga makin major bucks.
we got new yorks finest, comin right behind us.
mind trippin of the mowett a niggas sippin.
open fire on them bitches if they get to trippin.
mobb on the scene with the squad from queens.
drinkin hennessey, muthafuckin bags of green
left the mini 14 for the punks wit funk.
drop the trunk on them silly bitches blst them pun