[Verse 1: Black Milk] When the beats bang yo The Danger is on Danger like Stallone Hangin' them clips Hang up, On and on I’m telling like you telling your dog it's danger Like incredible hawks Anger, angry black man with anger Aiming a handgun holding a banker For ransom that’s danger And you will really be done If the cops can't come to save ya Who gon' save ya? Better pray to your maker For one more chance to make up To live more years It’s danger danger Like being in a pit with lions That ain’t have no meal You’re ate up, ate up Ain't tough to get roped up and taped up By niggas with ski masks, that cover their face up And uh! Man up It’s time to change the game up That's danger!
[Hook: T3 + (Black Milk)] Danger, Dangerous Both of us Aimin', cock and bust Giving these dudes the flux You ain't know Who danger, so dangerous Gotta a little bit of bang But don’t bang like us (It’s Danger, Dangerous) (Both of us) (Aimin', cock and bust) (Giving the dudes the flux) (You ain't know) (More danger, so dangerous) (Ya’ll can’t hang with us) (Ya’ll can hang it up)
[Verse 2: T3] Uh, uh, uh The D is for the dirty dog-matic Do them dangerous deeds From Detroit down to Dallas A is for the A Cuz we above the average Ya’ll get the accolades Cuz ya’ll is actors Hell Nah N is for Nope I mean never You’re not next to blow You’ll never see our level And the G is for the good god We really great, they never should’ve They let these two dudes out the gate E is for the Every time I see you Imma get you And end your little shine Have you scared to use a pencil R is for my real niggas Who know my reasons Just keep me on they mind Like girls putting their weave in O is for Oh My God They feel hard They can’t touch these niggas We above the stars U S is for us It’s just us Put this together It spells out, Dangerous!
[Hook: T3 + (Black Milk)]
[Verse 3: Phat Kat] A hot 16, I keep on deck For them fans that fiend Still got them bows on the left That start to fire breath Call me Colonel in the hood My lines are rioting Stuck yo’ guts out Doctor said "I ruptured your spleen" Pseudo thugs singing and dancing Like Ben Vereen On the TV, Bopping n' Ticking More than a chicken So I don’t watch videos Because that shit is sickenin' Corny niggas names Not even worth the mentionin Cock lickin' program directors For chart positioning I did the math Got a new style You feelin' aroused Miami Beach, sippin’ coladas With something to style Ya’ll still trickin' in the club The owner run me your tab The phony niggas need to stop rappin' And drive a cab Or be a garbage man We need people to take out the trash I’m gonna be honest with you dog Your whole style is ass Turn around and gas your black For classic collab
[Hook: T3 + (Black Milk)]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
