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letra de danger zone - black soprano family, heem b$f & rick hyde

[intro: ot the real]
yeah
snow
hope i make it home
sp, what up?

[chorus: ot the real]
so many nights posted in the danger zone (danger zone)
this thing i carry with me make you change your tone (change your tone)
i serve out a glass house and i’m slingin’ stone (and i’m slingin’ stone)
i snap a brick in half like i’m breakin’ bones (huh)
whole car full of work, hope i make it home (hope i make it home)
yeah, strap right under my shirt, hope i make it home (hope i make it home, let’s go)
[verse 1: ot the real]
mortal kombat, this dope’s a fatality (fatality)
your plug wore snakeskin, it matched his personality (snake)
my bros’ll roll and smoke you like some cali’ tree (roll up)
only a’s and b’s i ever got’s assault and batteries (assault and batteries)
seventeen, i caught a home invasion, but i spanked it (spanked out)
but probation wasn’t playin’ and put me on a bracelet (cut that sh-t off)
i cut it off, got some soft, and i got it shakin’ (got it shakin’)
bro’s doin’ seven in the yard for a conversation
i get the windows jumpin’, k!lladel’, pistol clutchin’ (pistol clutchin’)
most the people listenin’ to my music really into somethin’ (they really into somethin’)
hit me on the sig’ if even for a quick discussion (discussion)
do this for my dogs who did bids and feed they kids from hustlin’ (real rap)
told bro, “when you get a sec’, if you tryna get a check” (tryna get a check)
“there’s a dead man walkin’, but n0body hit him yet” (n0body hit him)
we ain’t on the ‘gram talkin’ indirect
fiend main-lined a gram, now blood’s comin’ out his neck
like disrespect (disrespect)

[chorus: ot the real & heem b$f]
so many nights posted in the danger zone (danger zone)
this thing i carry with me make you change your tone (change your tone)
i serve out a glass house and i’m slingin’ stone (and i’m slingin’ stone)
i snap a brick in half like i’m breakin’ bones (huh)
whole car full of work, hope i make it home (hope i make it home)
yeah, strap right under my shirt (they know), hope i make it home (hope i make it home, look, uh, let’s go)
[verse 2: heem b$f]
pack a glizzy on the go when the danger on (they know)
say it’s murder what she wrote, we from the danger zone
slap a switch up on the glizzy, turn the laser on
i play my enemies close, i’m tryna make it home
hundred grams on the first, started with a zone
my plug fronted what i buy, but he don’t got a phone (uh)
i turn one into a two, i could make ’em clone
i’m hands-on living proof, gangster to the bone (watch this, n-gga)
i’m tupac with the juice, heart made of chrome (like that)
used to trap off the boost, ridin’ through them tolls
burn it down to the oil, shock it ’til it’s froze (ooh)
move the fork three times and the cookie swole (whip)
crack fiends in the spot, had a steady flow
n-gga talkin’ like he want it, but he p-ssy though (you p-ssy)
glass house full of stones, but the window broke
think the neighbors smell the fume, we been cookin’ coke (oh, sh-t)
they know, haha

[chorus: ot the real & rick hyde]
so many nights posted in the danger zone (danger zone)
this thing i carry with me make you change your tone (change your tone)
i serve out a glass house and i’m slingin’ stone (and i’m slingin’ stone)
i snap a brick in half like i’m breakin’ bones (huh)
whole car full of work, hope i make it home (hope i make it home)
(ayo, ot, what up, bro? it’s ricky, he ain’t with it, n-gga)
yeah, strap right under my shirt (yeah), hope i make it home (baow, hope i make it home, ricky, yeah)
[verse 3: rick hyde]
racks fallin’ out my ksubis, forty-three my guccis
hope this l!ck don’t turn a pookie, then they try to scoop me
i been hustlin’ since what’s-her-name was sellin’ coochie (shh)
what i sell got orange hair like danny bonaduce (that loud)
they told me i was next up, i replied, “i’m right now”
made a k!llin’ sittin’ next to kerr like i’m mike brown (ha)
if you come to buffalo, i’ll break that lil’ bite down
it’s somethin’ in the water, you ain’t st-rdy, then you might drown
i’m still duckin’ tobias (12), sellin’ at its highest (yeah)
all my open cases for possession, i’m demonic (haha)
i’ma beat them b-tches ’cause they legalisin’ chronic
bag it up in seven sticky fingers like the onyx (sticky fingers like the onyx)
when you work for what you promise, it feel good to know you got it
put yourself in the position to put people into power
stack before you starving, wait until the harvest
pray soon as it land because we made it home again, motherf-cker, uh, yeah

- black soprano family heem bf rick hyde

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