Dangerous Grounds Lyrics

Dangerous Grounds lyrics

Method Man] 

 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo  

 Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo  

 All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now 

 It’s goin down  

 One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby 

 Shaolin what? 

 Come on, come on, HA! 

  

 Dangerous ground 

 Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down 

 War and peace, I take it to the street 

 Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief 

 And curse his first born, is this thing on? 

 Send ‘em to the children of the corn we the people 

 See, niggaz through the eye of the demon 

 My lethal injection, destroyin evil 

 Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol 

 Aimin 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 the sand castle 

 Check the flavor all natural 

  

  

 (Beat your feet) 

 Hot Niks son 

 (E-mizer) 

 Before you get the main course 

 (Taste a appetizer) 

  

 Submerged in the word 

 Heavy headed verbal 

 Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you 

 Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you  

 Young gun got the body snatch you observe 

 Yo eyes work you can only see through the third 

 Eyeball baby I’m the norm on the bird 

 To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on 

 Track yellin at me get yo arrow god 

 Victory is hard 

 Regardless to whom or what  

 They all get retard it’s a law 

 Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion 

 And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards 

 Couldn’t save your enterrage plat lobotamy 

 Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly 

 Dumb deaf and blind is it 

 I keep your spine out the battery pack spark it with mine keep it movin 

  

 Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) 

 What the fuck? 

 Peace - who this? 

  

 [Streetlife] 

 Mind detect mind 

 A  P.L.O. da startin 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 

 Peeped your feet bitch straight beat you know wit the heat 

 And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain’t nothin please 

 Big boys don’t destroy blunt is so pop stare on 

 50 men convoy, spends to wear the big toy 

 Rumble through the wasteland my hands on the silencer 

 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander 

 Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate  

 Dont’ perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate  

 Street politicians on a suicide mission  

 Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position 

 Dangerous ground 

 Tre’ pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down 

  

 [Method Man] 

 Yo 

 Keep ya eyes open  

 Love potion number nine poetry in motion 

 Knowledge me the seventh sign 

 Scold it canivin 

 Infiltrate is most of mine  

 Play ‘em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine 

 Push and get shoved what the fuck gods thinkin of 

 Comin in the club wit that screw face, actin up 

 Is we men or mice, bad moon risin 

 We wild for the night 

 Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-a 

 That’s what happened when frontin on this Shaol brotha  

 Island of Staten we in here no fear 

 Assault wit intent 

 To kill your whole regiment it’s real 

 Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun  

 Tear apart something you don’t want it then don’t start none 

 Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly 

 Handle my B-I camouflauge 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 

 Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle 

 (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) 

 Dangerous ground  

 Tre’ pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down  

 War and peace, I take it to the street 

 Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief 

 Motherfuck