Danger - Dj Kay Slay, Young Buck, Trick Trick

Yeah

It’s The Unit, niggas

It’s Buck, nigga

The captain of the motherfuckin' ship, nigga

Salute to the whole god damn state of New York

You niggas know what time it is

Nah, fuck that, I’m goin' first, nigga

You pussy niggas go and put this in your purse, niggas

Real killas, hey 50, look, we done birthed niggas (Woo)

Them bring that 40 Glock to church niggas

Get on your knees, pray to Allah and go and murk niggas

Potatoes on the barrel, duct tapin' these big clips

When we together you know how bloody this shit gets

It’s been a while since niggas been stabbed on TV

Now BET and MTV happy to see me

The unit, by now you niggas should be used to it

I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it

Take these bullets out this K back and let you do it

Take these brick walls and see if you can shoot through it

Positivity didn’t build the Statue of Liberty

I’m all in Brooklyn, bustin' my gun, hidin' my identity

Re-in' up on heron in Harlem, it ain’t no tenor key

Cashville country nigga, look what Queens done to me

Oh, somebody 'bout to die, I could feel it, nigga (Woo)

I got a bag for my shooters to go and kill a nigga (Bang, bang)

Headshots when they pull them sticks out (Woo)

Mexico still gettin' them bricks out (Whoa)

Free El Chapo, they still traffickin'

He ain’t die when you hit him, he gotta get clapped again (Shoot 'em again)

Mask on, no face, no case (Woo)

The pastor at his funeral looked like Ma$e (Haha)

These false prophets is gettin' younger

Y’all keep givin' 'em your money, y’all dumber and dumber (Stupid)

I got the work on the stove next to the cornbread

Plottin' on my opps, I want 'em all dead

I remember days when I couldn’t remember days (What else?)

Livin' so fast them memories tend to fade

Back in my beginnin' stage (Uh huh), way before the hype

Holy water on my neck so I pray with all my ice (Yup)

I made up for the nights I couldn’t pay for mama lights

It was shade like Barry White or either take us on a heist, yeah

Niggas jokers that I never interacted with (Never)

Never switched my tactics, get the bag and rip the plastic (Shit)

Five hour trips, put the addy in the navi shit (What up?)

Now it’s power trips, put the Caddy down the Cali strip

So watch me, I’m too potent, Ziplock me

My reality ain’t the TV, they couldn’t Love & Hip Hop me, nah

Hip-Hop the culture, this thing of ours

Started in the streets of New York City

And spread worldwide

A platform for us kids in the ghetto to have a voice

And express ourselves

However we chose to

You see, you can’t judge anyone

If you never walked in their shoes before

And unless you’re willin' to buy them some new shoes to walk in

Then you need to shut the fuck up

I grew up with them nigga

That performed them gang rituals

Woulda presumed it was for residuals, pitiful enough

It was just so one of us could hammer the throwaway

And bust another one of us for geological preference

Ideological adolescents, hood investments

I thank the most high for OGs that demonstrated reverence and respect

And relevance was a death to new faces

Seemingly out of place throwin' rocks at the penitentary

Could they stop us?

Eventually

Basketball scores and placement

Nigga bumped you to the pavement

Who woulda thought a trip to the basement

Would pan out a young black man’s life wasted

So just in case we planned ahead

Swearin' to the man upstairs

Anything against us (Dead)

Time comes for somethin' you said

It’s '99 when you fucked with the feds

Fuck that shit

Me and Jesus got somethin' in common

He lugged a big cross

Fish poppin' out the Porsche

Lookin' like Jaws

Diamonds from the district leavin' no flaws

Marble floors, bartender whores (Yeah)

Premeditated wars have you up north (Yeah)

I’m teflon cut, niggas velvet soft

Friends turned foes, now it all make sense

'Cause some hoes fight harder than they pimps

Ya feel me?

Hit the shepherd and the sheep afraid

Turn his SUV into Swiss cheese

I turned the Maybach Benz on

Pockets all fat, boy, see more checks than Dre mom

Fake gangsters behind computers

G5 takin' off like Max Julien