Armed & Dangerous

King Von

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    (Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad)
    Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me
    Huh? What?
    Every day they clockin' me
    (ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it's a banger)

    Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me
    Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me
    And I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me
    'Cause I done did shit, them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no rappin' beef
    Boy, I'm talkin' tragedies, massacres, casualties
    Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me
    Shit that happened late in December, I bring that winter heat
    Niggas dyin' the whole October, the real Halloween

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    Back to back funerals, it's them or us, it's him or me
    Don't get booked 'cause ain't no bond money, we doin' this shit for free
    If he told then that ain't my homie, that lil nigga weak
    If I miss, ain't goin' to sleep, I'm in the streets, we play for keeps
    2011, August 11th, RIP Odee
    August 9th, two days before, I turned seventeen
    Twenty-one to forty-five, I'm like what the fuck that mean?
    You fightin' an armed robbery, shorty, that's what they offerin
    My lil brother gettin' big, my uncle got that cough again
    He been smokin' crack since I was born, that monkey stalkin' him
    I used to stay up late at granny crib just to talk to him
    When I was locked up, God knocked on his door and told him walk with him
    Back to this drillin' shit
    Sosa started rappin' now the war goin' viral
    Boy, this bitch crackin'
    Boy, they ass lackin'
    Hit they block twice, a lot of boomin', no jammin'
    His mama pop out like: Oh goddamn, what happened?
    This the type of shit happen, the life of a savage
    You ain't right, you get left, you slipped up, you ain't havin'
    Not your blood, or your 'cause, you my son, I'm your daddy

    Police steady watchin' me, every day they clockin' me
    Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me
    And I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me
    'Cause I done did shit, them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no rappin' beef
    Boy, I'm talkin' tragedies, massacres, casualties
    Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me
    Shit that happened late in December, I bring that winter heat
    Niggas dyin' the whole October, the real Halloween

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