| This right here is considered a banger
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| Delivered with anger, your life is in danger
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| Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
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| Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
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| Just face it, I blaze shit, yo' shit is basic
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| My shit is Matrix, make you erase shit
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| Niggas won’t say shit, but DJs you ain’t shit
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| 'Cause you don’t play shit, unless it’s that gay shit
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| I’m straight off the slave ship, my style is ancient
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| I’m rich and I’m famous, I’m armed, I’m dangerous
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| I came wit' that language, it’s mad, it’s brainless
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| You studied at Cambridge, I’m fuckin' yo' main bitch
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| Plus my Ebonics is full, of gin and tonic, erotic
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| Yeah you got it, Hpnotiq, plus psychotic, brrr
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| After 9−11 niggas got patriotic
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| On nine twelve I’m like fuck it nigga blaze the chronic
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| Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
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| Then call heaven, here I come Lord
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| Live by the gun, die by the gun
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| A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war
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| This right here is considered a banger
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| Delivered with anger, your life is in danger
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| Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
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| Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
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| Yeah, now it’s the mornin' after the night I just rolled
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| 9−1-1 ain’t a area code it’s a gangsta mode
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| And I’m still in amazement on how I put it down
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| Emptied round after round rat-tat-tat was the sound
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| Now understand the situation, it was urgent
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| We—handled this emergency urgently
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| I can’t just have no nigga out there just workin' me, jerkin' me
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| Talkin' all kind of shit, dishing dirt on me, shit
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| He was a local nigga sheisty and didn’t wanna pay up
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| So I got dressed in all black and loaded the K up
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| And all I could think about is revenge as I lit the J up
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| And even though it was late night, I still fucked his whole day up
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| It was child’s play, the youngster took me for a joke
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| Not knowin' Mack a maniac and I love the gun smoke
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| Make sparks in my barrel, shit flew through his apparel
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| Stupid motherfucker lost his life over dinero
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| Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
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| Then call heaven, here I come Lord
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| Live by the gun, die by the gun
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| A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war
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| This right here is considered a banger
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| Delivered with anger, your life is in danger
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| Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
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| Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
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| It ain’t safe no fuckin' mo'
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| I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my soul
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| This motherfuckin' Dub, is hall of bang nigga, I claim nigga
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| Like PCP to the brain, it’s like heroin in my veins nigga
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| White lightnin' I’m sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip
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| And like a fiend, I tremble, shiver and then blow your dome to smitherens
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| Act up, no actor, starch crease swagger
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| Dick harder than Viagra, Dub push your wig backwards
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| Connect alumni, but the gun high
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| Bloods and Crips and when we touch down we turn niggas' hoods into the Gaza
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| Strip
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| Squeeze lead, to the y’all dead, 'cause I’m fucked up in the can and I
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| Fuck a bitch over whether she in blue or all red
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| The industry most hated, nigga get at us, we ready, Dub, Mack and Cube
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| Like Saddam, Bin Laden and O.J. |
| in the Chevy
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| Back again, momma there go that man again
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| Grab the gun, them niggas on one
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| Call 9−1-1
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| This right here is considered a banger
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| Delivered with anger, your life is in danger
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| Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
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| Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Call 9-1-1 , by - Westside Connection. Song from the album Gangsta Nation Live, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп