tru - dangerous in my city lyrics
[master p singing:]
tru n-gg-s love weed and hoes
[silkk talking:]
yeah n-gg-
sh-t’s real in the streets.
sh-t’s real in the city.
everybody out there.
ya’ll know it’s real. (whomp!)
tell em how we live in the city.
[verse 1: fiend]
f-ck excusing and asking, you better take a look at my past tense
i aint had sh-t, it’s a new orleansas ax accent
laugh when you heard the slowest slurs in my word
didn’t think that the southerens could make you dance to the curb
nerve, my word sent in my earb,
getting excited to make your money what its worth
n-gg- act like you aint heard, sleepy eye is the tone
get it on jones, about to bring it own home
ship me then i’m gone, workin best for the loan
started with a song, longer money and roam
f-ck anything wrong, you certified gone
i got one lil’ homie that’ll take it to your nose
[chorus: fiend]
it’s dangerous in our city
n-body can tame us in our city
you aint heard? we got gangstas in our city
bangers in our city, and n-gg-s ready to war if you try to rip me
it’s dangerous in our city
n-body can tame us in our city
you aint heard? we got gangstas in our city
bangers in our city, and n-gg-s ready to war if you try to rip me
[verse 2: silkk]
i hop out the blue jeep with the two seats
the drama don’t stop thats why i c-ck at least two heat
all with the slang, all my n-gg-s deep in the game
we keep the heat when we hang, you know the streets that i claim
n-gg- i’m just so bad, i rob a bank with no mask
amung killers and dealers all my n-gg-s about that toe tag
the life style i live n-gg- is so fast,
if the rap ever stop i never go broke n-gg- i got dope fast
or forward, never go backwards dont never drink
have money on machine, and make sure that the dope addict
from the smallest to the biggest, till check that n-gg-
thugged out, ghetto star, livin’ legend my n-gg-
find me in the projects in the center of the mix
n-gg- what dirty south represent it in the middle of the bricks
n-gg- f-ck see i love hip hop,
a n-gg- like, f-ck that cause my family gotta eat
sh-t its like f-ck rap
[silkk talking:]
sh-t you know it’s real out here
n-gg-s need to guard they grill out
surivival of the fittest my n-gg-
so hound tell these n-gg-s what the motherf-cking deal is
[verse 3: full blooded]
you motherf-ckers aint smelling what?
ghetto star committing felonies,
runnin through your sh-t squeezing my sh-t in your belly
ribs showin’, eyes glowin’, i lie stunned no [???] one,
when i lie crimes form,
i’ma dogg motherf-cker i done tooked the route,
my dogg told me not to take watch them take me out
got me running closer to demonds
motherf-cker, bl–dy rum, got me lookin at ceilings
hear me [???] at the sounds of the church bell
twenty white guns salute with hounds doggs on my trail
got me, face down in the mud and sh-t,
f-cking with out my road dogg they done drugged me b-tch
[master p talking:]
all man cut the motherf-cking lights on
jay gonna meet the meat with a gimp
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