call 9-1-1
Singer:westside connection
this right here is considered a banger
them naggers were swagger
cause they keep it gangsta
cause you don't play shit
unless it's that gay shit
i'm straight off the slave ship
i'm fuckin' yo main bitch
after nine eleven niggas got patriotic
on nine twelve i'm like fuck it nigga blaze the chronic
a eye for an eye when you live and die by this war
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
handled this emergency urgently
i can't just have no nigga out there just workin' me
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
the youngster took me for a joke
not knowin' mack a maniac and i love the gun smoke
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
it's like kel running my fame nigga
white lightnin' i'm sippin'
shiver and them blow your doam to smithereens
dub push your ick backwards
bloods and crips and when we touch down we turn niggas hoods 'til the guy
cause i'm fucked up in the can and i
fuck a bitch over whether she can blew or all red
bin laden and no jag in the chevy
momma there go that man again