Dangerous Ground Method Man

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
All them real live motherfuckin' niggas
Step up front right now, it's goin' down
One love to Long Island, Hempstead in my heart, baby
Shaolin what? Come on, come on

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, niggas 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 shit 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