Dangerous lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Intro: Juicy J & Charles Manson]
Man these streets are dangerous, mane. Better go get your gun license while you can. Got n*ggas killin' n*ggas, cops killin' n*ggas, neighbors killin' n*ggas, domestic violence, that sh*t crazy
"Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me, doesn't that give me equal right? I can do anything I want to you people, at anytime I want to because that's what you've done to me. If you spit in my face and smack me in the mouth and throw me in solitary confinement for nothing, what do you think's gonna happen when I get outta here?"

[Chorus]
The streets are dangerous, I could dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ with my dogs, smokin’ plenty hay
The streets are dangerous, I could dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ with my dogs, smokin’ plenty hay
The streets are dangerous, I could dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ with my dogs, smokin’ plenty hay
The sh*t contagious, doin’ dope and it’s killin’ me
Even though I hit the snow, is you feelin’ me?

[Verse 1]
n*gga don't know what this life like
sh*t get real on the outside
Real n*ggas don't talk loud, b*tch n*ggas talk loud
Goons will turn your lights out
Cops on the corner cuffin n*ggas up
n*gga gets touched when they slip up
You ain’t really ‘bout that life, n*gga switch up
Get your momma out the hood, n*gga sh*t rough
n*ggas can’t trust these streets, especially when they ballin’
n*gga in the hood like gods (gods), killers in the hood like zombies
High as hell, fried up, walkin' dead, shooters on the loose
Can’t tell who is who, eat a n*gga’s face like food
[Chorus]
The streets are dangerous, I could dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ with my dogs, smokin’ plenty hay
The streets are dangerous, I could dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ with my dogs, smokin’ plenty hay
The streets are dangerous, I could dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ with my dogs, smokin’ plenty hay
The sh*t contagious, doin’ dope and it’s killin’ me
Even though I hit the snow, is you feelin’ me?

[Verse 2]
Damn, n*ggas really act like that, I know a n*gga who had a plan
His sister, baby daddy posted up who got the yams
Plottin’, never thought it all the way through, anybody can be sloppy
If they do, everybody lose, they ain’t tryna run off on Poppi
Two little n*gga with an extension, finally done caught them a victim
No Thanksgiving, won’t see Christmas, bodies done came up missin’
Baby daddy goin’ back to jail, sister ‘bout to call the cops
Shot his baby momma in the head, baby sittin’ there watchin’

[Chorus]
The streets are dangerous, I could dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ with my dogs, smokin’ plenty hay
The streets are dangerous, I could dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ with my dogs, smokin’ plenty hay
The streets are dangerous, I could dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ with my dogs, smokin’ plenty hay
The sh*t contagious, doin’ dope and it’s killin’ me
Even though I hit the snow, is you feelin’ me?
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