Danger

[Intro: Young Buck] Yeah It's The Unit, niggas It's Buck, nigga The captain of the motherfuckin' ship, nigga Salute to the whole god damn state of New York You niggas know what time it is Nah, fuck that, I'm goin' first, nigga [Verse 1: Young Buck] You pussy niggas go and put this in your purse, niggas Real killas, hey 50, look, we done birthed niggas (Woo) Them bring that 40 Glock to church niggas Get on your knees, pray to Allah and go and murk niggas Potatoes on the barrel, duct tapin' these big clips When we together you know how bloody this shit gets It's been a while since niggas been stabbed on TV Now BET and MTV happy to see me The unit, by now you niggas should be used to it I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it Take these bullets out this K back and let you do it Take these brick walls and see if you can shoot through it Positivity didn't build the Statue of Liberty I'm all in Brooklyn, bustin' my gun, hidin' my identity Re-in' up on heron in Harlem, it ain't no tenor key Cashville country nigga, look what Queens done to me [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] Oh, somebody 'bout to die, I could feel it, nigga (Woo) I got a bag for my shooters to go and kill a nigga (Bang, bang) Headshots when they pull them sticks out (Woo) Mexico still gettin' them bricks out (Whoa) Free El Chapo, they still traffickin' He ain't die when you hit him, he gotta get clapped again (Shoot 'em again) Mask on, no face, no case (Woo) The pastor at his funeral looked like Ma$e (Haha) These false prophets is gettin' younger Y'all keep givin' 'em your money, y'all dumber and dumber (Stupid) I got the work on the stove next to the cornbread Plottin' on my opps, I want 'em all dead [Verse 3: Don Q] I remember days when I couldn't remember days (What else?) Livin' so fast them memories tend to fade Back in my beginnin' stage (Uh huh), way before the hype Holy water on my neck so I pray with all my ice (Yup) I made up for the nights I couldn't pay for mama lights It was shade like Barry White or either take us on a heist, yeah Niggas jokers that I never interacted with (Never) Never switched my tactics, get the bag and rip the plastic (Shit) Five hour trips, put the addy in the navi shit (What up?) Now it's power trips, put the Caddy down the Cali strip So watch me, I'm too potent, Ziplock me My reality ain't the TV, they couldn't Love & Hip Hop me, nah [Bridge: DJ Kay Slay] Hip-Hop the culture, this thing of ours Started in the streets of New York City And spread worldwide A platform for us kids in the ghetto to have a voice And express ourselves However we chose to You see, you can't judge anyone If you never walked in their shoes before And unless you're willin' to buy them some new shoes to walk in Then you need to shut the fuck up [Verse 4: Trick Trick] I grew up with them nigga That performed them gang rituals Woulda presumed it was for residuals, pitiful enough It was just so one of us could hammer the throwaway And bust another one of us for geological preference Ideological adolescents, hood investments I thank the most high for OGs that demonstrated reverence and respect And relevance was a death to new faces Seemingly out of place throwin' rocks at the penitentary Could they stop us? Eventually Basketball scores and placement Nigga bumped you to the pavement Who woulda thought a trip to the basement Would pan out a young black man's life wasted So just in case we planned ahead Swearin' to the man upstairs Anything against us (Dead) Time comes for somethin' you said It's '99 when you fucked with the feds Fuck that shit [Verse 5: Tony Yayo] Me and Jesus got somethin' in common He lugged a big cross Fish poppin' out the Porsche Lookin' like Jaws Diamonds from the district leavin' no flaws Marble floors, bartender whores (Yeah) Premeditated wars have you up north (Yeah) I'm teflon cut, niggas velvet soft Friends turned foes, now it all make sense 'Cause some hoes fight harder than they pimps Ya feel me? Hit the shepherd and the sheep afraid Turn his SUV into Swiss cheese I turned the Maybach Benz on Pockets all fat, boy, see more checks than Dre mom Fake gangsters behind computers G5 takin' off like Max Julien