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This right here is considered a *** 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 *** Yo *** is basic, my *** is matrix
Make you erase *** *** won't say ***, but DJs you ain't ***
Cause you don't play ***, unless it's that gay ***
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 ***' yo main ***
Plus my ebonics is full, of gin and tonic, ***
Yeah you got it, hypnotic, plus I got it, brrr
After nine eleven *** got patriotic On nine twelve I'm like *** it *** 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 *** out there just
workin' me, jerkin' me Talkin' all kind of ***, dishing dirt on
me, *** He was a local *** 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
*** 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, *** flew through
his apparel Stupid *** lost his life over dinero
It ain't safe no ***' mo' I swear on everything I love, my hood, my
momma, my soul This ***' Dub, is hall of *** ***,
I claim *** Like *** to the brain, it's like kel running
my fame *** 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
*** harder than ***, Dub push your ick backwards
Connect alumni, but the gun high Bloods and crips and when we touch down we
turn *** hoods 'til the guy says grip
Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, cause I'm *** up in the can and I
*** a *** over whether she can blew or all red
The industry most hated, *** 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 *** on one Call 9-1-1