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method man - dangerous grounds lyrics

[method man]
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
all them real live motherf-ckin n-ggas step up front right now
it’s goin down
one love to long island hempstead in my heart baby
shaolin what?
come on, come on, ha!

[verse 1: method man]
dangerous ground
tre pound seven spin around for my brethren the clouds come down
war and peace, i take it to the street
land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
and curse his first born, is this thing on?
send ’em to the children of the corn we the people
see, n-ggas through the eye of the demon
my lethal injection, destroyin evil
hot nikkel what, private eye one pistol
aiming at your brain tissue, do or die
said the spider to the fly, “could this one be tasty?”
like momma apple pie goodness, johnny blaze me
on the job like d-ck tracy
hit the cure for that ill sh-t like ben casey, m.d
symbolic thrill like god he shocked it
like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten
in the rotten apple
i kick dirt on your sand castle
check the flavor all natural

[method man (streetlife)]
(beat your feet)
hot niks son
(heat-mizer)
before you get the main course
(taste a appetizer)

[verse 2: method man]
submerged in the word
heavy headed verbal that smack you
mentally disturb you, attack you
thirty-six chamb’ once again comin at you
young gun got the body sn-tch you observe
wise words you can only see through the third
i fall way beyond the norm on the verb
shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on
track yellin at me get yo arrow god
victory is hard, regardless to whom or what
they all movin targets allah
runnin through your house and your block party, with rap shotty
and hot rock the body body, st. bernards
couldn’t save your entourage, rap lobotomy
leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly
dumb deaf and blind is it
i kick the spine out the battery backs
f-ckin with mine keep it movin

[interlude: method man]
now everybody just throw your hands in the……(phone rings)
what the f-ck?
peace – who this?

[verse 3: streetlife]
mind detect mind, i p.l.o. your startin line
deep sp-ce nine
designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
let’s converse sn-tch the tap from your purse
body-surf on the verse head first
peep defeat, b-tch street beat you down with the heat
and you spazzed out spittin out t–th ain’t nothing peace
big boys don’t destroy blunted zone pop steroid
50 men convoy, expensive where’s the big toy
rumble through the wasteland right hand’s on the silencer
40 caliber city sl!cker staten islander
synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate
don’t perpetrate p-ss the blunt let it circulate
street politicians on a suicide mission
crime vision finger itching from a scope-view position
dangerous ground
tre’ pound seven spin around for my brethren the cloud comes down

[verse 4: method man]
yo, keep your eyes open
love potion number nine poetry in motion
knowledge me the seventh sign
scopin, connivin, infiltrate is most of mine
play ’em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
push and get shoved what the f-ck gods thinkin of
comin in the club wit that screwface, actin up
is we men or mice, bad moon risin
we wild for the night
k!ll a schizophrenic n-gga twice cuz-o
that’s what happened when frontin on the shaol’ borough
island of staten we in here no fear
-ssault wit intent
to k!ll your whole regiment it’s real
startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun
tear apart son – you don’t want it then don’t start none
blaze one with jonathon, part man part fly
handle my b-i camouflage like g.i
fat like joe, a day in the life
your money or your life that’s the life
everybody can’t afford ice in the struggle
tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle
(uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)
dangerous ground tre’ pound seven spin around
for my brethren the clouds come down
war and peace, i take it to the street
land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
motherf-cker

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