Danjer

What time is it? Wake your punk ass up Tired as fuck, just woke up, what's going on? Gunn Clappa Three yelling, "Sound the alarm This ain't no drill, move your fucking ass 'cause they're here" Pass the mask, tear gas is tossed in the air We're surrounded, streets is crowed, can't wait no more First brave fuck bust through that front door (blao!) Forget it, and if they double up, they can split it Hit 'em, did 'em no damn good, Benedict Arnold Calm yourself, there's no need for panicking Slugs through him chest leaving him stiff like mannequins Man, it is the fucking worst way to die But when I die, I'm going 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 tracks, I'll stomp, kick the "ayyo" Let's move along, you know us, we stand strong Allah got our backs, so we won't go wrong 'Cause shit is all hot up in our face I think that we should slide to a place where it's safe, ayo, come on Time's a-wasting, no looking back or move-faking Devils of all kind cross lines, so now I'm thinking Escape route (no doubt) 'cause odds is far from even No joke, loc, I just hope we see this evening Just be ready for whatever, come dressed for action If we're gettin' past them, if not, then we blast 'em So let it not have to come down to that But for now, son, keep the fucking MAC where it's at It takes one time and a word to start my niggas to illing You don't know how it is after dark, so stop figuring that We give a fuck 'cause you know we not give a fuck In this jungle walk, we stalk with the shotties, the pumps So try and put yourself in our boots, likkle youth Bitter face behind this madness, you done started in your root So who be you copycats standing over there? Trying to come clear and face-to-face with my dry tear I'll raise hell, spells from my inhales My mind's not here, and I don't think you want to go there So stand clear or get ripped from the rear to your head (head) O.G.C. paid dues to get you niggas (niggas red up) fed whatever Bring your flame, you can call it ruckus We make shit so hot, you can call this Waco, Texas I be Starang, man, I gets wicked on the flow It's Louieville, you know I pack the bat like so I be the Top Dog, but better known as D.O Motherfuckers best to act like they know, oh Oh Brooklyn in the house It's all danjer, it's all danjer It's all danjer, it's all danjer It is all danjer