Method Man - Dangerous Grounds Lyrics
[method man]Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yoYo yo yo yo yo yo yoAll them real live mother*****in niggaz step up front right nowIts goin downOne love to long island hempstead in my heart babyShaolin what?Come on, come on, ha!Dangerous groundTre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come downWar and peace, I take it to the streetLand shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thiefAnd curse his first born, is this thing on?Send em to the children of the corn we the peopleSee, niggaz through the eye of the demonMy lethal injection, destroyin evilHot nikkel, private eye one pistolAimin at your brain tissue, do or dieSaid the spider to the fly, could this one be tasty?Like momma apple pie goodness, johnny blaze meOn the job like dick tracyHit the cure for that ill shit like ben casey, m.d.Symbolic thrill like God he shocked itLike a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgottenIn the rotten appleI kick dirt on your sand castleCheck the flavor all natural(beat your feet)Hot niks son(heat-mizer)Before you get the main course(taste a appetizer)Submerged in the wordHeavy headed verbal that smack youMentally disturb you, attack youThirty-six chamb once again comin at youYoung gun got the body snatch you observeWise words you can only see through the thirdI fall way beyond the norm on the verbShine on mental nourishment, you can dine onTrack yellin at me get yo arrow godVictory is hard, regardless to whom or whatThey all movin targets allahRunnin through your house and your block party, with rap shottyAnd hot rock the body body, st. bernardsCouldnt save your entourage, rap lobotomyLeave ya mentally scarred, numb and possiblyDumb deaf and blind is itI kick the spine out the battery backs*****in with mine keep it movinNow everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings)What the *****?Peace - who this?[streetlife]Mind detect mind, I p.l.o. your startin lineDeep space nineDesigned for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signsLets converse snatch the tap from your purseBody-surf on the verse head firstPeep defeat, ***** street beat you down with the heatAnd you spazzed out spittin out teeth aint nuttin peaceBig boys dont destroy blunted zone pop steroid50 men convoy, expensive wheres the big toyRumble through the wasteland right hands on the silencer40 caliber city slicker staten islanderSynchronized minds combine thoughts that motivateDont perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulateStreet politicians on a suicide missionCrime vision finger itchin from a scope-view positionDangerous groundTre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down[method man]Yo, keep your eyes openLove potion number nine poetry in motionKnowledge me the seventh signScopin, connivin, infiltrate is most of minePlay em nonchalantly, calmly expose the ninePush and get shoved what the ***** gods thinkin ofComin in the club wit that screwface, actin upIs we men or mice, bad moon risinWe wild for the nightKill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-oThats what happened when frontin on the shaol boroughIsland of staten we in here no fearAssault wit intentTo kill your whole regiment its realStartin wit yo president, duckin my dart gunTear apart son - you dont want it then dont start noneBlaze one with jonathon, part man part flyHandle my b-i camouflauge like g.i.Fat like joe, a day in the lifeYour money or your life thats the lifeEverybody cant afford ice in the struggleTryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle(uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)Dangerous groundTre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come downWar and peace, I take it to the streetLand shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thiefMother*****er
