Danger Zone lyrics

Artist  : Big L 
Song : Danger Zone



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 [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 f**k a dead bit*h
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 bit*h, it's the
triple six
in the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey
sticks
Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray
 
F**K 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
bit*hes 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 bit*h, 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 bit*h, if I get AIDS, f**k
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 bit*hes 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