Artist：method man

Songs Title：dangerous grounds

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

All them real live motherf**kin niggaz step up front right now

Its goin down

One love to long island hempstead in my heart baby

Shaolin what

Come on come on ha

Dangerous ground

Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down

War and peace I take it to the street

Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief

And curse his first born is this thing on

Send em to the children of the corn we the people

See niggaz through the eye of the demon

My lethal injection destroyin evil

Hot nikkel private eye one pistol

Aimin at your brain tissue do or die

Said the spider to the fly could this one be tasty

Like momma apple pie goodness johnny blaze me

On the job like dick tracy

Hit the cure for that ill sh*t like ben casey m d

Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it

Like a finger in a light socket too good to be forgotten

In the rotten apple

I kick dirt on your sand castle

Check the flavor all natural

（beat your feet）

Hot niks son

（heat-mizer）

Before you get the main course

（taste a appetizer）

Submerged in the word

Heavy headed verbal that smack you

Mentally disturb you attack you

Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you

Young gun got the body snatch you observe

Wise words you can only see through the third

I fall way beyond the norm on the verb

Shine on mental nourishment you can dine on

Track yellin at me get yo arrow god

Victory is hard regardless to whom or what

They all movin targets allah

Runnin through your house and your block party with rap shotty

And hot rock the body body st bernards

Couldn't save your entourage rap lobotomy

Leave ya mentally scarred numb and possibly

Dumb deaf and blind is it

I kick the spine out the battery backs

F**kin with mine keep it movin

Now everybody just throw your hands in the （phone rings）

What the f**k

Peace - who this

Mind detect mind I p l o your startin line

Deep space nine

Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs

Lets converse snatch the tap from your purse

Body-surf on the verse head first

Peep defeat b**ch street beat you down with the heat

And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain't nuttin peace

Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid

50 men convoy expensive wheres the big toy

Rumble through the wasteland right hands on the silencer

40 caliber city slicker staten islander

Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate

Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate

Street politicians on a suicide mission

Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position

Dangerous ground

Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down

Yo keep your eyes open

Love potion number nine poetry in motion

Knowledge me the seventh sign

Scopin connivin infiltrate is most of mine

Play em nonchalantly calmly expose the nine

Push and get shoved what the f**k gods thinkin of

Comin in the club wit that screwface actin up

Is we men or mice bad moon risin

We wild for the night

Kill a skitzofrenic ni**a twice cuz-o

Thats what happened when frontin on the shaol borough

Island of staten we in here no fear

Assault wit intent

To kill your whole regiment its real

Startin wit yo president duckin my dart gun

Tear apart son - you don't want it then don't start none

Blaze one with jonathon part man part fly

Handle my b-i camouflauge like g i

Fat like joe a day in the life

Your money or your life thats the life

Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle

Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle

Dangerous ground

Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down

War and peace I take it to the street

Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief

Motherf**ker