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 fuck 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 fuck 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 gangsta
 Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be
 A dead motherfucker 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 motherfuckers' 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 motherfuckers
 Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga
 When I approach to danger
 Approach the motherfucking 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 motherfucker 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 fucking police
 Fuck 'em, I approach to danger
 'Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up
 So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye
 'Cause in the long run... (We'll all die)