further adieu though, DipSet the Movement Man, DUKEDAGOD, KILLA CAM I'LL HOFFA! [Cam'Ron: Verse 1] KILLA! Lemme write a note, my cats the type to tote
speakers [DJ Paul] See I'm the number one killa for these bitch ass niggaz Got guns got rope for a bitch ass nigga Plastic bags, duck tape for a bitch ass nigga Stolen cars
Yo, poverty be shakin on every black block Eyes get watery, from smokin crack rocks in crack pipes, sun is down pitch black nights They be dangerous,
by ballhandlers ruled by Swackhammer Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers With hang time like a coat hanger Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type
[Officer] Callin all cars, callin all cars Be on the look out for a pussy vandalism. Over A pussy bandit Suspect is known in many states for dickin yo
in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to ever try me Got be suffering some type of fault or malfunction You don't want this situation to get both dangerous
Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars
to you Make a tape of this break and pump it through Speakers, radios, cars, vans, stereos Eat your Cheerios, then prepare to go Into the zone, that's dangerous
weight than gold Fresher than your baby who's a year old Step to war without ya armor Results in trama, mad drama, I'm the mad bomber Young girls stay away cause I'm dangerous
The GZA Live in effect on KMEL boy [The Genius & GZA] Yeah, and you don't stop yo Callin all cars, callin all cars, lyrical psycho Armed and dangerous
(feat. Royce Da 5'9", Rapper Big Pooh, Elzhi and Phat Kat) [V-Stylez:] MoSS, I'm... The wrong type of cat, gritty nigga and I'm evil Out for the presents
, inde-struct-able Get in my way and we're dustin you As a kid this the type of shit that we dreamed of Money, cars, bitches and drugs I prevail, the
danger the nature of the streets Ready to claim another life asking God to save us forgiven hearts The tamers the youth is hard to train em They only want money and cars
me I'm warning you what the Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker Shut, shut up I transcend And get you through the grape vines Rappers is dime a dozen Like your cars
stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers With hang time like a coat hanger Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type
Clippers I could fix my line in before we go over by them bitches A quick little something can't get the back I don't know where I left my hand mirror, type