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Belly of the Beast (Feat. Chronixx)

Joey Bada＄＄ Belly of the Beast (Feat. Chronixx) - B4.DA.$$
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Dangerous, dangerous
These niggas can't hang
with us hang with us
Nigga we dangerous,
dangerous
My nigga we

I swear all my life I been around
crips and bloods
Grips and slugs, the trigger
happiest thugs
Claiming the slums,
and all the hoods that they from
Too much of the some,
got it twisted up
blinded in a rat race
Cash straight, the fake kill jake,
the snakes too late
My eyes dilate, and I could tell
them how he strafe
Coming at me sideways,
get straighten up
Don't deflate it up gimmie
the bucks my cash
wrinkling up
Looking back in the days,
amazed
Cause the lab rat done made
it out the maze
Still feel caged, enraged though
Used the underground railroad
like a runaway slave
Broke off the chains
still runway fresh
Got you on that mental plane
with my project jet
I'm two steps above
that nimbus cloud
My limit is low,
when I'm smoking on that loud
Focus in the now,
when the lotus is around
It's the Brooklyn sound,
a pro found,
Biggie would be proud about
But I don't need a vet
to even shout me out
Punchlines pack a Pacquiao
they can't box me out

Big up big up,
it's a stick up stick up
Niggas hit a nigga quick
if he hiccup hiccup
Big up big up, it's a stick up
stick up
Niggas hit a nigga quick
if he hiccup hiccup
Tell me what them know
bout the Badmon named Jozif
Women come around,
I look em down like
they don't know shit
Word around the town is that
they got the match explode it

I'm a child of the city
Son of the streets
And it's just a pity
They not tough like we
And things not look pretty
When we got to eat
Things get much deeper
Deeper and deeper

And I survive, thank the father
Feel like I was raised
by Clans One Order
Had to keep calm and
hold ma corner
Cause a stray gun shot
if you cross the border
Pro Era teach them
the pros and cons
Of living in a city with
a thousand dons
A thousand ghetto youths
with a thousand guns
Cold hearted killers
with frozen lungs
But praise rastafari
we wheel and come again
Know I Nyabinghi sit know
we the drummer dem
Dem ammunition are tougher
we power dem
Lightning and thunder
a devour them

I'm a child of the city, city, oooh

I'm a child of the city
Son of the streets
And it's just a pity
They not tough like we
And things not look pretty
When we got to eat
Things get much deeper, oh no
Deeper and deeper

The belly of the beast
I'm a child of the city, city,
oooh city
Been get real ugly
I got to eat
Now every man has to
stand on his own two feet
You have to love you have to
dove tougher than a concrete
It's them to you
a white sheet oh dear
Pro Era teach them
the pros and cons
Original Chronixx and
Joe Badmon
No King Selassie,
we have the golden crown
Get ready for the shift
we are the chosen ones