Approach To Danger

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 shit, 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 shit 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga in me

So figuring to see the D-E-A-D

Bodies like a nigga'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 nigga

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 ass goodbye

Cause in the long run... （we'll all die）