Tru - Dangerous In My City lyrics

Master p singing: Tru n***as love weed and hoes Silkk talking: Yeah n***a sh**'s real in the streets. sh**'s real in the city. Everybody out there. Ya'll know it's real. (whomp!) Tell em how we live in the city. Verse 1 (fiend) : f** excusing and asking, you better take a look at my past tense I aint had sh**, it's a new orleansas ax accent Laugh when you heard the slowest slurs in my word Didn't think that the southerens could make you dance to the curb Nerve, my word sent in my earb, Getting excited to make your money what its worth n***a act like you aint heard, sleepy eye is the tone Get it on jones, about to bring it own home Ship me then i'm gone, workin best for the loan Started with a song, longer money and roam f** anything wrong, you certified gone I got one lil' homie that'll take it to your nose Chorus: ( fiend) It's dangerous in our city Nobody can tame us in our city You aint heard? we got gangstas in our city Bangers in our city, and n***as ready to war if you try to rip me It's dangerous in our city Nobody can tame us in our city You aint heard? we got gangstas in our city Bangers in our city, and n***as ready to war if you try to rip me Verse 2: (silkk) I hop out the blue jeep with the two seats The drama don't stop thats why i co*k at least two heat All with the slang, all my n***as deep in the game We keep the heat when we hang, you know the streets that i claim n***a i'm just so bad, i rob a bank with no mask Amung k**ers and dealers all my n***as about that toe tag The life style i live n***a is so fast, If the rap ever stop i never go broke n***a i got dope fast Or forward, never go backwards dont never drink Have money on machine, and make sure that the dope addict From the smallest to the biggest, till check that n***a Thugged out, ghetto star, livin' legend my n***a Find me in the projects in the center of the mix n***a what dirty south represent it in the middle of the bricks n***a f** see i love hip hop, A n***a like, f** that cause my family gotta eat sh** its like f** rap Silkk talking: sh** you know it's real out here n***as need to guard they grill out Surivival of the fittest my n***a So hound tell these n***as what the motherf**ing deal is Verse 3 : (full blooded) You motherf**ers aint smelling what? Ghetto star committing felonies, Runnin through your sh** squeezing my sh** in your belly Ribs showin', eyes glowin', i lie stunned no ??? one, When i lie crimes form, I'ma dogg motherf**er i done tooked the route, My dogg told me not to take watch them take me out Got me running closer to demonds Motherf**er, bloody rum, got me lookin at ceilings Hear me ??? at the sounds of the church bell Twenty white guns salute with hounds doggs on my trail Got me, face down in the mud and sh**, f**ing with out my road dogg they done drugged me b**h Master p talking: All man cut the motherf**ing lights on Jay gonna meet the meat with a gimp