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Song title: Big L - Danger Zone

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[malcolm x]
Stealing runs rampant in harlem
Gambling runs rampant in harlem
All types of evils and uhh, vices that terrified our community
Run rampant in harlem

[big l]
The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it
Sendin poems to have them faggots diggin hoes like reverand swaggart
Ls the nigga that crime follows
Im hittin fine models and stabbin punks with broken wine bottles
I beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks
I sex chicks, Ill even fuck a dead bitch
Always sprayin tecs, because I be stayin vexed
Some nigga named dex, was in the projects layin threats
I jumped out the lincoln, left him stinkin
Put his brains in the street
Now you can see what he was just thinkin
Im chokin enemies til they start turnin pale
Satan said Im learnin well, big ls gonna burn in hell
Front and get scarred cause your rap style aint even hard
I run with a thievin squad, and none of us believe in god

Chorus: mcgruff, big l

[mcg] cause one-three-nine and lennox is the danger zone
[big] where no man can withstand or hold his own
[big] cause one-three-nine and lennox is the danger zone
[mcg] where no man can withstand or hold his own

[big l]
I got styles you cant copy bitch, its the triple six
In the mix, straight from h-e-double-hockey sticks
Every sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray
Fuck carlito, we doin shit the devil sons way
Every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man
Wont hit a girl well I aint real cause I beat bitches up
I use words thats ill, l got nerves of steel
Im cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill
Im takin lives for a great price, Im the type
To snap in heaven with a mac-11 and rape christ
And Im fast to put a cap in a fag chest
The big l smash stress, cause hell is my address
Im on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids
Be wakin up cryin, yellin, mommy big l is comin to get me!

Chorus 2x

[big l]
I keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin up
Can I get your autograph l?  no bitch, Im off duty
Im breakin hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks
It aint no food in my fridge; just body parts
I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged
I never wear rubbers bitch, if I get aids, fuck it!
A beef with me, you better prevent it cause in a minute
Ill jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented
And my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed
And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob
Aiyyo crazy bitches slept with l
Then they niggaz got mad and tried to step to l
But Im sicker than a nigga thats in special ed so I suggest
You spread pretzelhead, fore I turn your white sweatsuit red

Chorus 2x