Mob It is time to get funky
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[Intro] Danger times, danger times, danger times, danger times Danger times, danger times, danger times, danger times [Verse 1: Majesty] It's on, a dead body found wrapped in the carpet A healthy pretty baby found cryin' in the garbage Walk your dog, she pees on the sidewalk No movies no clubs, 'cause you're bound to get caught In the mix, runnin' for your life, time to get home See somebody fool caught a straight to the dome For no reason, death is still the season Everybody's scared, leave the body bleedin' People runnin' frantic, 'cause the shots are still ringin' These damn thugs, just won't stop the gun slingin' Havin' fun in these days, you gotta wear a vest 1-2-5 in the summer's like the Wild West Something jump off a nigga cap, everybody cap Worst about it is every fuckin' body's strapped All you can do is cross your fingers and hope you're lucky I see you used ta wear a laugh or grab her asses chokin' But if I'm ok when the shots stop, not layin' in blood Hop in my ride, tryin' to slide with these scared thugs Dangerous times, dangerous days, dangerous nights Everywhere we go the danger's never out of sight Junior high school in '86 and '87 They had 38's, in '94 is Mack 11's What the hell is goin' on God? Pass the indo What the hell they killin' over Nintendo? I think the world is endin', and AIDS is the plague So you can die later if you don't die today Mothers cryin', can't understand it Their kids gone and even reach a man yet I try to free the hip hop when I rapping lines But every time I try, it ends up being crime time Go to school, go to the movies, go to the club, go to the store Turn on the news, it's like were livin' in a war No one to trust, the cops are the fuckin' crooks In these days, they ain't goin' by the books Proceed with caution, if you're not, you're lost In these fucked up times they have no remorse in Get twisted, the last thing on your mind You got caught kid, livin' in these danger times [Hook] It's that reality (dan-danger times...) It's that reality (dan-danger times...) It's that reality (dan-danger times...) It's that reality (dan-danger times...) [Verse 2: Stretch] Yo I'm ridin' through the back streets Bumpin' black beats, stop where the niggas sellin' crack be Say what up to my neighbourhood dealers Niggas rollin' cee-lo, local car stealers Narcs cruisin' by, they wanna lock us on the way No eye contact, we wanna lead them astray But the niggas in the backseat lookin' like a snitch though Cops hookin' up, lookin' like a little bitch yo So you know I'm back dro Can't get caught in the mix By these fake trouble cops and they crooked ass tricks And uh, hold up yo, niggas rollin' up, for what? I don't know, but they was busters so I gives a fuck Pop a man in his fuckin' dome had to yank for chrome I forgot it, I was lurkin' in the red zone When the smoke cleared, I see my man was dead And the cops on the corner, then a muthafucka fled the scene It's gotta be a dream yo I'm buggin' I stood up the scene, lookin' mean mad muggin' muthafucka That I be from the streets For the first thing jump, I got my hand on my heat Yo it's danger time [Hook] It's that reality (dan-danger times...) It's that reality (dan-danger times...) [nigga, danger times] It's that reality (dan-danger times...) It's that reality (dan-danger times...) [Verse 3: 2Pac] Yo, will I, live or die? I don't know 'cause it's stranger times I'm too high to read the muthafuckin' danger signs Niggas all on my phone talkin' major shit And you mad 'cause I don't wanna page you, bitch Now quit being quick to flip My niggas dyin' over small time triflin' shit So I ain't got time for these you know whats On the nuts of a nigga makin' major bucks I'm more lost, runnin' from the police force New York's finest, comin' right behind us Mind flippin' off the Moet that a nigga's sippin' Open fire on them bitches if they get to trippin' Mob on the scene with the Squad from Queens Drinkin' Hennessy, muthafuckin' cops are green Plus the mini 14 for the punks wit' funk Drop the trunk on them silly bitches, blast them punks [Hook] It's that reality (dan-danger times...) It's that reality (dan-danger times...) It's that reality (dan-danger times...) It's that reality (dan-danger times...)