McGruff, DJ Kay Slay, Ransom, Royce da 5'9" - A Dangerous Cloth lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[McGruff, DJ Kay Slay, Ransom, Royce da 5'9" - A Dangerous Cloth lyrics]
While you descend to hell
With fire and flames, crying in pain
I'm as vilant as Bain
I'm tryna explain, I am insane
You in this jungle telling lies
I am the one, I am the slums
I am the crumbs that death dieing to come
So many souls i am the law
I'm tryna meet you all at the crossroads
These lost souls got a nigga
Writing in moris code
Y'all appose this heart of gold
My hardest flows is hard as bars of gold
That's why I treasure my father's goals
Talking but never lived it
Cause my shooters travil but never
Rob half of these niggas in the indestry
Facts nigga came through
Man I wish my nigga Redg White was living
No red ribbin
Gave me my first gun, took me on my first
To this day these bitch niggas still getting
Cut from acloth you ain't cut from
I bust guns
Trust none, that 4 5th got a good old kick
Not just for the K with extendo clip
Bout to let it off, set it off
Forse from these shots leave a
Nigga head severed off
Made a motherfucker, never loved
Too much put him in the trunk or something
I still rep that danger zone
Where no man can stand to hold his own
You ever danced with the devil
Under some pail moonlight?
You got something left to do
Something you ain't doing right
Chumps turn to vegetables
Real niggas die with choppers
I'm just out here rocking festavals
My Mazerati parked outside of
Your mom apartment i'm out of here cause I
Got bricks in the back
I send my man to cook your
Whole family at the cookout
Grabbing on the gun
Flashing it without having the cannonball run
Whenever my family the bag drop
Be exactly like when Santa Claus come
I don't talk much, too set in my ways
Speak with the rifle with the K
It's only one real way to measure the ruler
Whatever shit neggitive to ya
With fire and flames, crying in pain
I'm as vilant as Bain
I'm tryna explain, I am insane
You in this jungle telling lies
I am the one, I am the slums
I am the crumbs that death dieing to come
So many souls i am the law
I'm tryna meet you all at the crossroads
These lost souls got a nigga
Writing in moris code
Y'all appose this heart of gold
My hardest flows is hard as bars of gold
That's why I treasure my father's goals
Talking but never lived it
Cause my shooters travil but never
Rob half of these niggas in the indestry
Facts nigga came through
Man I wish my nigga Redg White was living
No red ribbin
Gave me my first gun, took me on my first
To this day these bitch niggas still getting
Cut from acloth you ain't cut from
I bust guns
Trust none, that 4 5th got a good old kick
Not just for the K with extendo clip
Bout to let it off, set it off
Forse from these shots leave a
Nigga head severed off
Made a motherfucker, never loved
Too much put him in the trunk or something
I still rep that danger zone
Where no man can stand to hold his own
You ever danced with the devil
Under some pail moonlight?
You got something left to do
Something you ain't doing right
Chumps turn to vegetables
Real niggas die with choppers
I'm just out here rocking festavals
My Mazerati parked outside of
Your mom apartment i'm out of here cause I
Got bricks in the back
I send my man to cook your
Whole family at the cookout
Grabbing on the gun
Flashing it without having the cannonball run
Whenever my family the bag drop
Be exactly like when Santa Claus come
I don't talk much, too set in my ways
Speak with the rifle with the K
It's only one real way to measure the ruler
Whatever shit neggitive to ya