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