Lyrics:
used to say that
I wrote wack raps
Now your screaming out somebody tame that
Lyrical cyclops yo prince please stop
Somebody call the cops go get you
for an undercover see-O
Last one that tried didn't make it past bookin
Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin
You see the judge, but
loungin with his brother
Everybody strapped with a vest and a rubber
Just in case somebody's girl got hot
But she was bagged and ragged in the club by a big
Held up, it's tragic
In traffic, the wrong time
Somebody call 911, Its been an accident
I cant tell you where , At least not accurately
I Wish upon
I turn to grab the phone so I can call 911
My heart is beating out my chest
..wait...
....but Then I see it, on the counter...
"...the fuck?"
This next song is by somebody
Calls himself Sol-Soldier Boy tell em?
I don't really understand this kind of music
Everybody dancing suddenly is
a thotty? not me
And if I ever did
Do you even got me?
Do you even got me?
Do you even got me?
Do you even got me?
Do you even got me?
Somebody call 911 she
and I'm yelling to my homie "call 911"
Look to my right see another body what have we done
Turnt out she was a drunk driver, and she just killed someone
beam, aye
& if we bless somebody then let em sing, aye
& if they sing someone try to come between, then hakuna matata we ain't worried bout a Thing
Ya
famous fuck my job im calling off
Yeah, This aint 9/11 but im knocking twins down
I fucked the baddest bitches in i last ten rounds
Somebody call my weed
killed em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day
My home boy got life, gettin hard for me to look at em
Feelin like its my fault, judge threw tha book at em
His momma call me son,and his sista call
The son I can't see
I do die daily but if I list 'em
Somebody may listen and begin
To judge people with
The standard which is really not commanded
But it
call 911 and hung up the phone, shit
Will they believe me or you? You or me?
And cop a plea
Servin' twenty-five to life for twenty-three
And for
to change his coveralls if we called his bluff
But today we got a fever, sweats a rollin down our brow
Somebody call 911 and close this factory down
Me
God Motherfucking damn
Look at that pretty motherfucking officer
God Damn Girl
Girl you on fleek
Nah I got to get your phone number
What is it?
911
and preparing for the week
Making everybody happy but she losing her head
Writing in her diary how she wish that she was dead
Call the paramedics quick she
clutching heat you could try ya luck
911 calls bitch we don't give a fuck
Do it in then wide open with no mask or no gloves if
I go down for this one
I ain't
you could try ya luck
911 calls bitch we don't give a fuck
Do it in then wide open with no mask or no gloves if
I go down for this one
I ain't saying no
(Hello this is a prepaid collect call from Moosa) praise my Lord (how it feel?)
Praise my Lord (how it feel?)
Praise my Lord (how it feel?)
Praise
bangers
Guess he knew one day that we'll become us
That's just how it is when you live where we come from
Fight, don't run
Is the motto we live by
Get
Guess he knew one day that we'll become us
That's just how it is when you live where we come from
Fight, don't run
Is the motto we live by
Get 'em
somebody else had (okay!)
Hit where it hurts walking in the bank (yeah)
Clear it all out take everything (yeah)
The Clerk know me by my first name
Feel like
feelings
D-O-G's ain't supposed to feel like this
You can call it what you want to
But I don't even know what this is
You got me singin' in the mornin'
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