Danjer

What time is it?
Wake your punk ass up

Tired as fuck, just woke up, what's going on?
Gunn Clappa Three yelling, "Sound the alarm
This ain't no drill, move your fucking ass 'cause they're here"
Pass the mask, tear gas is tossed in the air

We're surrounded, streets is crowed, can't wait no more
First brave fuck bust through that front door (blao!)
Forget it, and if they double up, they can split it
Hit 'em, did 'em no damn good, Benedict Arnold

Calm yourself, there's no need for panicking
Slugs through him chest leaving him stiff like mannequins
Man, it is the fucking worst way to die
But when I die, I'm going all-out with my five

But hold on, son, I got your back, you got mine
First pick, flinch or move, leave 'em spine on the table
Spit belly from the navel
Unable to talk his tracks, I'll stomp, kick the "ayyo"

Let's move along, you know us, we stand strong
Allah got our backs, so we won't go wrong
'Cause shit is all hot up in our face
I think that we should slide to a place where it's safe, ayo, come on

Time's a-wasting, no looking back or move-faking
Devils of all kind cross lines, so now I'm thinking
Escape route (no doubt) 'cause odds is far from even
No joke, loc, I just hope we see this evening

Just be ready for whatever, come dressed for action
If we're gettin' past them, if not, then we blast 'em
So let it not have to come down to that
But for now, son, keep the fucking MAC where it's at

It takes one time and a word to start my niggas to illing
You don't know how it is after dark, so stop figuring that
We give a fuck 'cause you know we not give a fuck
In this jungle walk, we stalk with the shotties, the pumps
So try and put yourself in our boots, likkle youth
Bitter face behind this madness, you done started in your root

So who be you copycats standing over there?
Trying to come clear and face-to-face with my dry tear
I'll raise hell, spells from my inhales
My mind's not here, and I don't think you want to go there
So stand clear or get ripped from the rear to your head (head)
O.G.C. paid dues to get you niggas (niggas red up) fed whatever
Bring your flame, you can call it ruckus
We make shit so hot, you can call this Waco, Texas

I be Starang, man, I gets wicked on the flow
It's Louieville, you know I pack the bat like so
I be the Top Dog, but better known as D.O
Motherfuckers best to act like they know, oh
Oh Brooklyn in the house

It's all danjer, it's all danjer
It's all danjer, it's all danjer
It is all danjer