Dangerous Grounds

[Intro: Method Man] Oh shit, the fucking lawyers here Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo All them real live motherfucking niggas step up front right now It's going down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart, baby Shaolin w,hat? Come on, come on, ha! [Chorus: Method Man] Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my brethren, the clouds come down War and Peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief [Verse 1: Method Man] And curse his firstborn, is this thing on? Send 'em to the Children of the Corn, we the people See niggas through the eye of the needle My lethal injection, destroying evil Hot Nikkel what, private eye, one pistol Aiming at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?" Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the Rotten Apple, I kick dirt on your sandcastle Check the flavor all natural [Bridge: Method Man & (Streetlife)] (Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (heat-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) [Verse 2: Method Man] Submerged in the word, heavy handed verbal that smack you Mentally disturb you, attack you 36 Chamb' once again coming at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Wise words you can only see through the third- Eye, form way beyond the norm on the verb Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yelling at me, "Get your rhyme on, god" Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what They all moving targets Allah Running through your house and your block party, with rap shotty And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy Leave you mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb, deaf and blind is it I kick the spine out the battery backs, fucking with mine keep it moving [Interlude: Method Man] Now everybody just throw your hands in... (phone rings) What the fuck? Peace, who this? [Verse 3: Streetlife] Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your starting line Deep Space Nine designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peep defeat, bitch, Street beat you down with the heat And you spazzed out, spitting out teeth, ain't nothing peace Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid Fifty men convoy, expensive where's the big toy Rumble through the wasteland, right hand's on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate Don't perpetrate, pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itching from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my brethren, the cloud comes down [Verse 4: Method Man] Yo, keep your eyes open, love potion number nine Poetry in motion, knowledge me the seventh sign Scoping, conniving, infiltrate is most of mine Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck cuz thinking of Coming in the club with that screwface, acting up Is we men or mice? "Bad Moon Rising" We wild for the night Kill a schizophrenic nigga twice, cuz-o, that's what happened When fronting on the Shaol' borough, Island of Staten We in here, no fear, assault with intent To kill your whole regiment it's real Starting with your President, ducking my dart gun Tear apart son,.you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathan, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflage like G.I Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryna eat right, another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh) [Chorus: Method Man] Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around, for my brethren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfucker