Dangerous lyrics

Artist  : Dj Clue 
Song : Dangerous



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 feat. Lady Luck, Muggs

[Muggs]
Dont get nuthin confused about me,  this nigga
hea throw clips
You think you could hold three, nigga hea go six
I bring +Heat+ like Deniro flix, my team lock and
load
and rock and roll like Aerosmith
f**k cops I got Cochran Shapiro chips
One point five in ice in each ear lov shit
f**k who you and your man go get
Me and cat take pussy's on both rides on some
Soprano shit
Move wit troops in cougar coupes
like beeno and notes for a G a piece, they'll
remove your roof
Ya better spread when the ruger shoot
Paul Cane got fire, everything ya heard on Clue
was the truth
It's like who want what what ever
Tou and your man play tough ya gon get plucked
together
At gun point gettin stuck together
Black Benz tinted out, buggy headlights stuck
together

Chorus 2X- Lady Luck (Paul Cane)

We aint jokin no more
(This aint a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit us
(We dangerous)
Cock back aim and bust
(Lady Luck Paul Cane, who could bang wit us)

[Lady Luck]
They said I rap like a man, and act like a man
So when it come to war she gon clap like a man
Short aragent wit this gat up in my hand
Chicks dont play cute I'm still attractin your
man
Rock many lands, Japan to Philly sands
Luck stay ghetto like rican dolla bands
Only thing I take serious is garments and money 
and late periods [there she is]
Screamin in a 2 by 2, too fly 2 seater
too much ice, too cold, 2 heaters
Love men but got lesbian guns
 
that love to lick off at you pussys for fun
So play dumb in these dum dups
hit you where you pump cum
stick you for your lump sums
we the ones you run from
Till the day my lungs done for blocks 
I hit hard like Ronnie Locks
Lady Luck got it locked

Chorus 2X- Lady Luck (Paul Cane)

We aint jokin no more
(This aint a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit us
(We dangerous)
Cock back aim and bust
(Lady Luck Paul Cane, who could bang wit us)

[Muggs]
Ya talkin greezy like Paul aint a nigga wit fire
like I aint got guns or killers for hire
Got wolves that'll run through mask and arms
like point break clear the safe out and smash
your moms
Ova 40 years old still blastin chrome
smiles neva cross they face till theres cash in
palm
Cause they still do murders for bucks
Gave em put hollow points through you then pass
the burner to Luck
We like a 2 G Bonnie and Clyde, back to back in
beef
wit two heats a piece, mammy gon ryde
spit four, she behind me wit five
Ya Paul Cane and Lady Luck MO catch homo's and
slide
Before we drop the guns
Wipe off the prints push the pedal through the
floor
and get away back to the bricks, ya want nothin
wit us
Paul Cane, street life, Desert Storm, we
dangerous

Chorus 2X- Lady Luck (Paul Cane)

We aint jokin no more
(This aint a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit us
(We dangerous)
Cock back aim and bust
(Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us)