
Rappers Are in Danger Fat Joe
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[Chorus]
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
[Verse 1]
It's the Darkside, yeah, uhh
Welcome to the Darkside, yo
You got a problem motherfucker then holla
All you seen was the batter
No LeBron, when I pop bring them flowers
Run up in your labels beat your head with them plaques
Better watch what you speak on them raps
Nigga I am cocaine, I am extortion
We are the streets, yes we are inforcing
Time to take the gloves off
Mask off, hit 'em with the Mossberg
Splashing, blast first, baby guts, black hearse
You niggas ain't ready for ready
Wanna talk saucy turn your fucking head to spaghetti
All you young boys, I got 16 in
You can kill and shoot the booth up and still can't win
Nigga left me for dead try to
Kick to the curb, 'til them C and B
Boys came and put in the word
Now it's, more Maybachs, more Phantom drops
Ball 'til we fall, 'til the judge let the hammer drop
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger
[Verse 1]
It's the Darkside, yeah, uhh
Welcome to the Darkside, yo
You got a problem motherfucker then holla
All you seen was the batter
No LeBron, when I pop bring them flowers
Run up in your labels beat your head with them plaques
Better watch what you speak on them raps
Nigga I am cocaine, I am extortion
We are the streets, yes we are inforcing
Time to take the gloves off
Mask off, hit 'em with the Mossberg
Splashing, blast first, baby guts, black hearse
You niggas ain't ready for ready
Wanna talk saucy turn your fucking head to spaghetti
All you young boys, I got 16 in
You can kill and shoot the booth up and still can't win
Nigga left me for dead try to
Kick to the curb, 'til them C and B
Boys came and put in the word
Now it's, more Maybachs, more Phantom drops
Ball 'til we fall, 'til the judge let the hammer drop
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