Danger Zone

Lyrics

Don't stop y'all Ye aha Yo ha yo Epmd what Hit squad what yea [verse 1] Ayo I'm late eighties hip hop baby The first new born to ever rock a mercedes Rap by living The grand wizard Rime that squeeze it I'm in the house come visit Yo, i come with a sound that's ultra That makes niggas warm When i flow like vultures E-dub i'm the hiphop sculpture Cats watch me like chicks watch Ophra Broadcasting live from newyork off the chain A dog that broke loose and [?] The mic be the simbol I run like a fugitive Richy Kimball[?] when it's time to get into (your what) your system And become tight like god and christians Y'all so listen I'm the owner of my style Tight like speedolls[?] With more fans the beatles [Chorus] Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone When a brother like E is on the microphone I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome I rock on and on and don't stop [verse 2] To the end of time like pac Red[?] and yo we running the spot Don't look shocked epmd back on the block E and mic doc The squad that coming straight from the [?] Two or what epmd start cutting it up Legends in the game keeping rugged and rough From day one to [?] on the stage [?] in one The mcs will smith jeff on the twos ones And the album trippin business and billboards number one In god we trust Chrome [?] trucks Nigga that bust Straight up bring a shit nuts You ain't tough Staying your lane Nigga what My pops [?] from [?] green Don't have to try hustle in my bloods and jeans Big pimpin break the cat Straight getting that green [?] who sleep with the mask Hit the po, grab that mic, bust that ass [Chorus] Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone When a brother like P is on the microphone I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome I rock on and on and don't stop [verse 3] Third verse i advise b-boy to lock on To 12-12-12-def.com EP X man style like storm Blow cats away whenever we perform Hiphop it's war, rap's vietnam Flows and techniques be like napalm So why drop bombs You epm bound to stop ya Don't act to erick shot ya Another lonely niggas Counting dough and shit in the game With this small change Ride [?] dick on this nigga name Stop that So strictly biz, we drop da hot track Jewels house and cars, come on Already cop that Rap, real to me real to E I can [?] a OG b-boy MC [?] Spit on the mics my word Who wanna fuck around and get hurt [Chorus] Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone When a brother like P is on the microphone I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome I rock on and on and don't stop