Danjer Lyrics

Tired as fuck just woke up what's goin' on?

Gun clapper three yelling sound thee alarm

This ain't no drill move your fuckin' ass 'cause they here

Pass the mask tear gas is tossed in the air

We're surrounded street is crowed can't wait no more

First break fuck bust through that front door

Poppadidick and if they double up they get splitted

Hit 'em did 'em no damn good Benedic Arnold

Calm yourself there's no need for panicing

Slugs to him chest leavin' himself stiff like manakins

Men it is, the fuckin' worst way to die

But when I die I'm goin' all out with my five

But hold on son I got your back you got mine?

First pick flinch or move leave 'em spine

On the table, spit belly from the navel

Unable to talk his trash I stalk kick that mayhem

Let's move along, you know we stand strong

Allah got our backs so we won't go wrong

'Cause shit is all hot up in our face

I think we should slide to a place where it's safe, hey yo come on

Time's a wastin' no lookin' back or move fakin'

Devils of all kinds cross lines so now I'm thinkin'

Escape route, no doubt 'cause odds is far from even
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No joke loc I just hope we see this evening

Just be ready for whatever, come dress for action

If we gettin' pass him if not then we just blastin'

So let it not, have to come down to that

But for now son keep the fuckin' mack where it's at

It takes one time and a word to start my niggas to envy

You don't know how it is after dark so stop figuring that we give a fuck

'Cause you know me not give a fuck

In this jungle walk we stalk with the shottie, the pumps

Come try and put yourself in our boots likkle youth

Better face behind this madness you done started in your root

So who be you copy cat standing over there

Trying to come clear and face to face with my dry tear

I raise hell smells from my inhales

My minds not here and I don't think you want to go there

So stand clear, or get ripped from the rear

To your head, O.G.C. payed dues to get you red, fed up

Whatever, bring your flame you can call it ruckus

We make shit so hot you can call this waco Texas

I beez starange man I gets wicked on the flow

It's Louieville you know I pack the bat like so

I be the top dawg but better known as the O

Motherfucks better act like they know O, O