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black sabbath – danger zone lyrics

malcolm x]
stealing runs rampant in harlem
gambling runs rampant in harlem
all types of evils and uhh, vices that terrified our community
run rampant in harlem
[big l]
the microphone is through when this rap legend grab it
sendin poems to have them f-ggots diggin hoes like reverand swaggart
l’s the n-gg- that crime follows
i’m hittin fine models and stabbin folks with broken wine bottles
i beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks
i s-x chicks, i’ll even f-ck a dead b-tch
always sprayin tecs, because i be stayin vexed
some n-gg- named dex, was in the projects layin threats
i jumped out the lincoln, left him stinkin
put his brains in the street
now you can see what he was just thinkin
i’m chokin enemies til they start turnin pale
satan said i’m learnin well, big l’s gonna burn in h-ll
front n-gg- start it cause your rap style ain’t even hard
i run with a fevered squad, and none of us believe in god
chorus: mcgruff, big l
[mcg] cause one-three-nine and lennox is the danger zone
[big] where no man can withstand or hold his own
[big] cause one-three-nine and lennox is the danger zone
[mcg] where no man can withstand or hold his own
[big l]
i got styles you can’t copy b-tch, it’s the triple six
in the mix, straight from h-e-double-hockey sticks
every sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray
f-ck how lethal be doin sh-t, the devil son’s way
every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man
won’t hit a girl well i ain’t real cause i beat b-tches up
i use words that’s ill, l got nerves of steel
i’m cool, but every now and then i get a urge to kill
i’m takin lives for a great price, i’m the type
to snap in heaven with a mac-11 and rape christ
and i’m fast to put a cap in a f-g chest
the big l smash stress, cause h-ll is my address
i’m on some satanic sh-t, strictly, little kids
be wakin up cryin, yellin, “mommy big l is comin to get me!”
chorus 2x
[big l]
i keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin up
“can i get your autograph l?” no b-tch, i’m off duty
i’m breakin hottie hearts, n-gg-z drop when my shotty sparks
it ain’t no food in my fridge; just body parts
i keep the gear fresh, i keep the braids rugged
i never wear, brothers b-tch, if i get aids, f-ck it!
a beef with me, you better prevent it cause in a minute
i’ll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a n-gg- body dented
and my swoll kn-b your main girl cold slobbed
and gave a bl-w j-b to my whole mob, with no prob’
aiyyo crazy b-tches slept with l
then they n-gg-z got mad and tried to step to l
but i’m sicker than a n-gg- that’s in special ed so i suggest
you spread pretzelhead, ‘fore i turn your white sweats to red
chorus 2x

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