King Von - Armed & Dangerous

[Intro]
(Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad)
Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me
Huh? What?
Every day they clocking me
(ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it's a banger)

[Chorus]
Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me
Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me (Boom, boom)
And I ain't looking for no trouble, I'm just looking out for me (Nah)
'Cause I done did shit that niggas ain't talking 'bout no rapping beef (What?)
Boy, I'm talking tragedies, massacres, casualties (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me (Yeah)
Shit that happened late in December, I bring that Winter heat (What? Huh? Huh?)
Niggas dying the whole October, the real Halloween (Boom, boom)


[Verse]
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 doing this shit for free (Nah)
If he told then that ain't my homie, that lil' nigga weak (What?)
If I miss, ain't going to sleep, I'm in the street, we play for keeps (Huh? Huh? What? Boom)
2011, August 11th, R.I.P. Odee (Damn)
August 9th, two days before, I turned seventeen (Huh?)
Twenty-one to forty-five, I'm like what the fuck that mean? (What?)
You fighting an armed robbery, shorty, that's what they offering (Damn)
My lil' brother getting big, my uncle got that cough again
He been smoking crack since I was born, that monkey stalking 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 (Damn)
Back to this drilling shit (Huh?)
Sosa started rapping now the war going viral (Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah)
Boy, this bitch cracking (What? Boom)
Boy, they ass lacking (Boom)
Hit they block twice, a lot of booming, no jamming (Boom, huh? What?)
His mama pop out like, "Oh God damn, what happened?" (Boom, boom, boom)
This the type of shit happen, the life of a savage (Yeah)
You ain't right, you get left, you slipped up, you ain't having (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not your blood, ain't your cuz, you my son, I'm your daddy
(You my son, I'm your daddy)

[Chorus]
Police steady watching me, every day they clocking me (Damn)
Red alert, armed and dangerous, I keep that Glock on me (Boom, boom)
And I ain't looking for no trouble, I'm just looking out for me (Nah)
'Cause I done did shit that niggas ain't talking 'bout no rapping beef (Nah, nah)
Boy, I'm talking tragedies, massacres, casualties (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember me (Yeah)
Shit that happened late in December, I bring that Winter heat (Huh? Huh? Boom)
Niggas dying the whole October, the real Halloween (Boom, boom, boom, boom)