[Intro]
Danger (Danger, danger, danger, danger)
Danger (Danger, danger, danger, danger)
[Hook]
And when I’m running through the city with bro
You be running through the city with hoes
Danger, yo it’s dangerous
Nobody knows where anyone goes
And when I’m running through the city with bro
You be running through the city with hoes
Danger, yo it’s dangerous
Nobody knows where anyone—
[Verse 1]
See me, I’m so fizzy
Tell ‘em I’m doing this globally
Came with a style that’s so greasy
Me, I don’t watch nobody
Don Dada for the manor, killing it vocally
Going for the money, running from the gold diggies
I be coming with a passion when I’m spitting, no kidding
Yeah, the levels that they’re bringing nowadays are so silly
Got a following on Twitter, but you’re still a nobody
Tell me what you’re doing, everyting you ruin
Telling me you’re bringing everybody, but I see you blew it
I’ve been on the hustle with my niggas tryna get a Q and
I’m opening up at every party and I'm never queuing
Coming from the gutter where the nutters them are really slewing
Living what I’m spitting and you can see it by the way I move
Mandem in the manor, moving cruddy when they’re in a unit
Banging with a hammer when it's cracking yeah, they really do it
I be showing you the pattern when I’m rapping with a passion
I be adamant I’m showing you the roots
Sipping on a Maggie with a baddie in the passy
Drop top in the summer when I cruise (Cruise)
No, you never had a strally but you’re rolling with a bally
You’re a patty and you’re chatting like you’re rude (Rude)
Sick of all your lyrics, you be claiming that you’re drilling
But the only time you drill is in the booth (Woo)
[Hook]
And when I’m running through the city with bro
You be running through the city with hoes
Danger, yo it’s dangerous
Nobody knows where anyone goes
And when I’m running through the city with bro
You be running through the city with hoes
Danger, yo it’s dangerous
Nobody knows where anyone—
[Verse 2]
When I pull up on your set
Got a lyric for your friend
Chatting like I’m any breh
Bun ‘em like a cigarette
I ain’t inna silly threats
Put the heat in your mouth, Ready Brek
Real talk like suck your mudda, buss your gun up
If I run up, you will duck for cover
‘Cause if I’m coming and running, I’m gonna be violent
And have a nigga running and hiding
You’re ducking and diving
Any time I catch a motherfucker in the flesh and put it on him
9 out of 10 man are gonna be silent
Like gunshot make a man drop
Where you come from?
Badman, wah di bumba?
Ra-pa-pum-pum
Cook her head back like food in a One Stop
No time for the badmind or the jancro
Let a man come
Make a man run
Seckle and done
Man a champion
Buju Banton
I’m a madman
Full of action
Never back down
On my Jack Jones
Get a caption
Did you catch on?
Can you match up?
Tell me Rasta
How you gangsta
But you weren’t when I grabbed ya?
All this talk, you’re a lot, you’re a lot
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
[Hook]
And when I’m running through the city with bro
You be running through the city with hoes
Danger, yo it’s dangerous
Nobody knows where anyone goes
And when I’m running through the city with bro
You be running through the city with hoes
Danger, yo it’s dangerous
Nobody knows where anyone—
Danger, yo it’s dangerous
Nobody knows where anyone—
[Post-hook]
Danger, yo it’s dangerous
Nobody knows where anyone goes
[Outro]
What?
Bun em out, bun ‘em out
Paigons, we bun ‘em out, bun ‘em out
Chat ‘bout bunning your skin, bunning your friend
One in your lip, one in your hip, one in your crib
Creep on a nigga when I come out the bush
Soldiers run when badman pull up
Big man, at your age, how you doing ten toes?
