Lyrics:
And we them youngins who make shootin' a habit
Yeah, SouthWay (grrt)
Wrap that boy up, we love gun play (we love gun play)
Posted, we posted by front
I ain't see plane crash into building I took off in 911
Me and my stick together all the time we Siamese twins
I'm blinded by these lights everyday
Somebody call 911, call 911, I want to see you with your birthday suit. (Oh)
You're the prettiest gift in the world,
Shining like diamonds
And who you don't fuck with
'Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, baby
Keep your mind on your riches
9-1-1, it's an emergency
don't fuck with
'Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, baby
Keep your mind on your riches
9-1-1, it's an emergency
Cowards
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or
An invitation to a nightclub for some minglin
But
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
don't know what to say
(chorus)
24/7
It's 24/7 at the 7-11
It's black Tuesday for a day, then a year, then a decade
We're bringin 9/11 to those that
What's next? Thinkin' Porche 911's
Thinkin' banks overseas, gotta protect my investments
When ten start lookin' like nothin', then you gettin' it
Dom P.
dolo in Manhattan
Court side seats by Stefflon Don
We caught the whole row lacking
Dior vintage, kick the door down
Got a bitch that heard shots
From
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or an invitation
To a nightclub for some minglin'
Then
made it the hard way, he think he Hov
So mad looking at my shit, it could be yours
911 fuck up black folk, I got the Porsche
Two-time felon, behind
911, what's your emergency?
You took her around the corner by the condo
I know which hotel
Even took her round the corner by her favorite bar
Pulled
I grabbed the cellular phone and called my nigga Face
Had to beep him 911, he wasn't at his place
The phone rang, I picked it up, I heard, What's
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
holster
You the real killa
Stick by my side you my hitta
Someone please 911
Just won't be me or my phone
I know you ride with me on the long roads
Down
votes were heard
For what it's worth, that "democratic" election could be yours
Blinded by the Right
It's the beginning of the end
Now Big Brother is
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
suck nitrous all night long
If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (9-1-1)
Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Put his foot through it
When you're smiling, there in your attire
Fancy styling
Right here by the fire
Quite beguiling, my, don't you inspire
I'm santarrific if I do say
on the skin, some might call it sin
Politicians all move for money, what the hell are we callin' them?
Low life, I'm crawlin' out, 911 I Porsched it out
Y'all
movin' belong to me
That component set was given to me
By a pimp buddy of mine disco d
He told me frisco e
This here gone be
The baddest pimp nigga
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