on tha mic man An' show these other lil' niggaz They can't fuck wit the Dangerous Crew, man Spit that shit, fo' $hort Dog This is out fo' dogs, wit tha
wanna smoke a 20 sack, so got to spend 20 KnowhutI'msayin'? If the bitch wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort? She gotta do me, you and the whole crew And
if you do Nothin' you could try make you sound like the crew Geah man Just another gangsta kickin' tha playa pimp shit for nine-trey When you're with the dangerous crew
niggaz face front him on tha spot, don't cross the game, unless ya wanna get shot, but who made the rules do you recall?, who's the judge when it
Let's kick it ese Commin' out tha slums, it's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw
tha magnificent with tha sensational style Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles Yellow corvettes, black rally stripes And I never phone ahead All she do
I was takin' my time I was chilly the most contemplating and debating about what I should do I made a sharp left turn And there was my crew lookin' for
It's going down like it always do I'm bout to hit em front dow, front row with tha crew I pull up the Valey in the 09' Cedes And turn up heads up all
we got gold grill, tha shit dont stop tha hoes gonna bop, cause we gone come through and we got hard rock, yep, always lookin hooked up with tha Clay
I do ride bently's and coupes. But i dont give away all my looks trip over a silly tramp i dont ride less than twenty inches i wont. But i do know this
crew is skeleton by design Cannon balls crush courtyards and those courted Those falsely supported, it's been duly noted Unruly, roguish and sordid constrewn crews
Niggas was snatchin' gazzeles and flippin' pockets for tha dallo You run ya little wolf chain in West Oak Lane And niggas from Logan came to extort 'we know tha
woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it
light! Don't step out of line Mo'fucker, is you Rick Ross If I were 50 had already killed you, I'm the boss You never walked in tha hood, will never be
Verse 2: JD] Now when i do it its something like thrilla and manilla man Known as a killa man fresh from the dealer man So So niggas aint no crew illa
yes sir, she was trill Plus she had a pocket full of colorful pills Puttin' heat through yo whole crew flannel Cookin' them chickens put me on tha Food Channel Roll with tha
wit Fat Cat and Pappy to do my thing I'm just a kid, with envisions and visions of gettin C.R.E.A.M. Ronald Reagan told me "Yo, Joey just do ya thing"
a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp Break your concentration, murder your camp For tha