Method Man - Dangerous Ground lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo All them real live motherf**in' n***as Step up front right now, it's goin' down One love to Long Island, Hempstead in my heart, baby Shaolin what? Come on, come on Dangerous ground, tre pound, seven spin around For my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people See, n***as through the eye of the Demon My lethal injection, destroyin' evil Hot Nikkel, private eye, one pistol Aimin' at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?" Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill sh** like Ben Casey, M.D Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket Too good to be forgotten, in the rotten apple I kick dirt on your sand castle, check the flavor all natural (Beat your feet) Hot Niks, son (Heat-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal that smack you Mentally disturb you, attack you Thirty-six chamb' once again comin' at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Wise words you can only see through the third I fall way beyond the norm on the verb Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin' at me, "Get yo [Incomprehensible], God" [Incomprehensible] is hard, regardless to whom or what They all movin' targets, Allah Runnin' through your house and your block party, with rap shotty And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind, is it? I kick the spine out the battery backs f**in' with mine, keep it movin' Now, everybody just throw your hands in the What the f**? Peace, who this? Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin' line, deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Let's converse, snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peep defeat, b**h Street beat you down with the heat And you spazzed out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin' peace Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid 50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate Don't perpetrate, pa** the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin' from a scope-view position Dangerous ground, tre pound, seven spin around For my bredren the cloud comes down Keep your eyes open, love potion Number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scopin', connivin', infiltrate is most of mine Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the f** God's thinkin' of? Comin' in the club wit that screw face, actin' up Is we men or mice? Bad moon risin', we wild for the night k** a skitzofrenic, n***a twice 'cuz O That's what happened when frontin' on the Shaol' borough Island of Staten we in here no fear, a**ault wit intent To k** your whole regiment [Incomprehensible] Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun Tear apart, son, you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man, part fly Handle my B-I camouflage like G.I Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryin' to eat right another day another hustle, hustle, hustle Dangerous ground, tre pound, seven spin around For my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief, motherf**er