call 9-1-1

Singer:westside connection

this right here is considered a banger

delivered with anger

your life is in danger

beware of them strangers

holdin' them flamers

them naggers were swagger

cause they keep it gangsta

just face it

i blaze shit

yo shit is basic

my shit is matrix

make you erase shit

niggas won't say shit

but djs you ain't shit

cause you don't play shit

unless it's that gay shit

i'm straight off the slave ship

my style is ancient

i'm rich and i'm famous

i'm armed

i'm dangerous

i came wit that language

it's mad

it's brainless

you study at cambridge

i'm fuckin' yo main bitch

plus my ebonics is full

of gin and tonic

erotic

yeah you got it

hypnotic

plus i got it

brrr

after nine eleven niggas got patriotic

on nine twelve i'm like fuck it nigga blaze the chronic

call nine eleven

then call your reverend

then call heaven

here i come lord

live by the gun

die by the gun

a eye for an eye when you live and die by this war

yeah

now it's the mornin' after the night i just rolled

9-1-1 ain't a area code it's a gangsta mode

and i'm still in amazement on how i put it down

emptied round after round rat-tat-tat was the sound

now understand the situation

it was urgent

we

handled this emergency urgently

i can't just have no nigga out there just workin' me

jerkin' me

talkin' all kind of shit

dishing dirt on me

shit

he was a local nigga sheisty and didn't wanna pay up

so i got dressed in all black and loaded the k up

and all i could think about is revenge as i lit the j up

and even though it was late night

i still fucked his whole day up

it was child's play

the youngster took me for a joke

not knowin' mack a maniac and i love the gun smoke

make sparks in my barrel

shit flew through his apparel

stupid motherfucker lost his life over dinero

it ain't safe no fuckin' mo'

i swear on everything i love

my hood

my momma

my soul

this motherfuckin' dub

is hall of bang nigga

i claim nigga

like pcp to the brain

it's like kel running my fame nigga

white lightnin' i'm sippin'

snickerin'

slippin' the crip

and like a fiend

i tremble

shiver and them blow your doam to smithereens

act up

no actor

starch crease ragger

dick harder than viagra

dub push your ick backwards

connect alumni

but the gun high

bloods and crips and when we touch down we turn niggas hoods 'til the guy

says grip

squeeze lead

to the y'all dead

cause i'm fucked up in the can and i

fuck a bitch over whether she can blew or all red

the industry most hated

nigga get at us

we ready

dub

mack and cube

like saddam

bin laden and no jag in the chevy

back again

momma there go that man again

grab the gun

them niggas on one

call 9-1-1