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Big L - Danger Zone (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big L
Big L
Vocals
McGruff
McGruff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L. Coleman
L. Coleman
Songwriter
A. Best
A. Best
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Shriver
John Shriver
Assistant Engineer
Chris Irish
Chris Irish
Assistant Engineer
Dino Zervos
Dino Zervos
Assistant Engineer
Mack Robinson
Mack Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Rich July
Rich July
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Tony Smalios
Tony Smalios
Recording Engineer
Buckwild
Buckwild
Producer
Chris Conway
Chris Conway
Engineer

Lyrics

Stealing runs rampant in Harlem Gambling runs rampant in Harlem All types of evils and vices that terrified our community Run rampant in Harlem The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it Sendin' poems to have them fagots diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart L's the nigga that crime follows I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles I beat chumps 'til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch 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 and get scarred cause your rap style ain't even hard I run with a thievin' squad, and none of us believe in God 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own I got styles you can't copy bitch, it's the triple six In the mix, straight from H E-double hockey sticks Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray Fuck Carlito, we 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 bitches 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 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own I keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin' up Can I get your autograph L? No bitch, 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 rubbers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck 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 bitches 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 sweatsuit red 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own
Writer(s): Anthony Best, Lamont Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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