Approach To Danger (Explicit)

What you want is an unexpected approach
That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence,
Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted.
Approach to danger, don't move
It's hard to predict what will happen next.
（Oh sh*t, he has a gun!） drop the gun
You could've prevented a tragedy.
You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking,
A self-desctruct button is activated when I'm thinking.
This is a tribulation, the weakened judge
The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge.
I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme
They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream.
One vision was of life, the other was death
Then I didn't give a f**k if death took your last breath.
So you burn in my pit that I call hell
Where you got send because your sh*t don't sell.
My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke
Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke.
I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em
Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that ni**a Ren was booing 'em.
And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger
But f**k it, they can approach to the danger.
If you can be seen, you can be hit.
If you can be hit, you can be killed.
（He's on the line! Shoot him!）
Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangeler
Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger.
Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be
A dead motherf**ker or a ni**a in custody.
With everybody thinking of death I kept working
To be one of the last niggaz left.
So many people looking for hope, they're broke
Without checking the fingerprints on the motherf**kers' throat.
A heart of steal can reveil the real ni**a in me
So figuring to see the D-E-A-D
Bodies like a ni**a's straight walking in a cemetary
So it's very necesarry to carry ammunition for niggaz wishing,
But they better take caution, before Dre goes off
And starts killing motherf**kers
Just in order to change the anger for the real ni**a
When I approach to danger
Approach the motherf**king danger
Come back to hell and send me some time... （this is it y'all）
Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner,
Another dead body and you wanna keep running.
But even the rain turns black
All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light.
No prison, nobody makes bail
Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail.
Think about death, taking your last breath
Heart beating like a motherf**ker like there ain't no time left.
For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine
Even though they wanna make a crime.
Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning
Because it will release the f**king police.
F**k 'em, I approach to danger
Cause I don't give a f**k if somebody gotta get f**ked up.
So you might as well kiss your a** goodbye
Cause in the long run... （we'll all die）