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letra de trouble (scared to blast) - the dangerous crew

[intro: too $hort]
always evil trippin’–ss motherf-ckers
steppin’ on a cool–ss and fade him just tryin’ to do his thing
startin’ all that sh-t
get ya cap peeled

[verse 1: j-dubb]
you know a n-gg-‘s strapped
from summer time to the winter
leds, winters, ’bout to enter
those who oppose from this rap 4-0’s the caliber
don’t matter, your whole chest cavity’s about to shatter
listen, and pay attention
can’t you hear this 9mm clickin’? you must be trippin’
scandalous–ss n-gg-s and these playa hatin’ b-tches all mad at the dubbsta for tryin’ to get riches
but then some wanna get some, but can’t get none
i’m strictly the best, put me to the test
and you don’t gotta step to this here, i’m makin’ it clear
i’m keepin’ motherf-ckin’ mark n-gg-s in fear
oh, i got raps for ya, stacks for ya
tracks for ya
you better get back ‘fore i
kick this type of rhyme you can’t deal with
some mo’ real sh-t, n-gg-
keep my hand on the triggaa…

[hook: j-dubb]
this is for the n-gg-s who start that sh-t
who don’t understand what they dealin’ with
this is for the bustas wit they mark–ss, scared to blast…
(ha ha ha)
this is for the n-gg-s who start that sh-t
who don’t understand what they dealin’ with
and the mark–ss, scared to blast…
(ha ha ha)

[verse 2: j-dubb]
now keep your hands up as i bring the funk
i ain’t no motherf-ckin’ punk, you better miss me, chump
i stay low key, so sucka don’t approach me
wit ya anger, one in the chamber
danger, is where you’re headed fo’
i guess you don’t know under my coat is the loaded 44
tricks are for kids but i ain’t tricky
just clickin’, keep trippin’, i ain’t bullsh-ttin’
demostrate some respect and i’ll let ya get a range and check some of this here, gangsta sh-t
so why do you want this black [?] to hit you in your chest
when you could survive another day like the rest of those
who knew it wouldn’t be cool to do the things they do
to the average motherf-cker on the street
fool, i gotta have it, the automatic, like a rabbit
i hope they don’t start no static…

[hook]

[verse 3: spice 1]
rollin’ up in an old school wit a shiny chrome
tec out the window
is the s-p-i-c-e wit a 50 [?] endo
see, i’m ready to do some dirt
n-gg-s be puttin’ in work
i let my 4-5 slug get to f-ckin’ up a n-gg- shirt
e-a-s-t b-a-y gangster–ss n-gg-
hard to k!ll but i’m born ii motherf-ckin’ die
see, i; eat up a n-gg- like a hungry piranha
creepin’ up on n-gg-s while they kickin’ it wit they b-tch in the sunna
yeah, you can’t parlay when the funk is in your front yard
’cause a n-gg- like me’ll creep up, and pull ya hoe card
$hort dog got some b-tches that’ll leave yo -ss dusted and disgusted
4 hookers with some mac-12’s
so gangsta c-cktails, droppin’ empty sh-lls, leavin’ yo -ss served in h-ll for your stack-a-mail

[verse 4: too $hort]
well, [?] yukmouth and numskull; spice, i can tell
everytime i see them luniz, we cool as h-ll
i ain’t about to take no sh-t from a youngsta
so what makes you think $hort dog’ll be a punk
for some brand-new n-gg-s, just like you
i know you got your gat, well, i do to
but what’s it all about, is it [?] ?
get in where you fit in, look around, you may be standin’ in some sh-t
you got that rappin’ down but don’t diss the godfather from the oakland town
’cause i paved the way for you, marks
so chased at every turn, so chased at every park
when i was on foot, deep in east oakland
went from sherm to grammys, and still be smokin’
endo, from oakland, california
but $hort dog, baby, got 5 g’s on it
now tell me what is all about
you get whipped like criscky with my name on yo’ mouth
i know you feelin’ good, about your rap
but tv and ch really ain’t got yo back
and dru down, i know you got whipped at the club
talkin’ that sh-t and can’t back it up
i let you use my studio to get your alb-m free
then you turn around and wanna front on me
well, this is for you n-gg-, you startin’ sh-t
you don’t understand who you f-ckin’ wit
and this is for you bustas, you punk–ss b-tches
spend 15 years and you’ll never do what i did

[outro: too $hort]
n-gg-
that’s right
east oakland, old school playa
$hort dog
i’ve been in the motherf-ckin’ house, n-gg-
where was you, you new–ss n-gg-s?
it’s like a, i’ve got 5 g’s on this lexus, whatchu got?
b–tch!
and don’t stop to the beat…
baby…

- the dangerous crew

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