Call 9-1-1 Lyrics - Terrorist Threats - Westside Connection

This right here is considered a banger 

Delivered with anger, your life is in danger 

Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers 

Them naggers were swagger, 'cuz they keep it gangsta 

Just face it, I blaze shit yo shit is basic, my shit is matrix 

Make you erase shit, niggaz won't say shit, but DJ's you ain't shit 

'Cuz you don't play shit, unless it's that gay shit 

I'm straight off the slave ship, my style is ancient 

I'm rich and I'm famous, I'm on, I'm dangerous 

I came wit that language, it's mad, it's brainless 

You study at Cambridge, I'm fuckin' yo main bitch 

Plus my Ebonics is full, of gin and tonic, erotic 

Yeah you got it, hypnotic, plus I got it 

After nine eleven niggaz got patriotic 

On nine twelve I'm like fuck it nigga blaze the chronic 

Call 9-11, 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 

This right here is considered a banger 

Delivered with anger, your life is in danger 

Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers 

Them naggers were swagger, 'cuz they keep it gangsta 

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 nigga out there just workin' me, jerkin' me 

Talkin' all kind of shit, dishin' dirt on me, shit 

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 

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, shit flew through his apparel 

Stupid motherfucker lost his life over Dinero but 

Call 9-11, then call your reverend 

Then call Heaven, here I come Lord 

Live by the gun, die by the gun 

An eye for an eye when you live and die by this war 

This right here is considered a banger 

Delivered with anger, your life is in danger 

Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers 

Them naggers were swagger, 'cuz they keep it gangsta 

It ain't safe no fuckin' mo' 

I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my soul 

This motherfuckin' dub, is hall of bang nigga, I claim nigga 

Like PCP to the brain, it's like kel runnin my fame nigga 

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 

Dick harder than Viagra, dub push your ick backwards 

Connect alumni, but the gun high bloods and crips 

And when we touch down we turn niggaz hoods till the guy says grip 

Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, 'cuz I'm fucked up in the can 

And I fuck a bitch over whether she can blew or all red 

The industry most hated, nigga 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 niggaz on one call 9-1-1 

This right here is considered a banger 

Delivered with anger, your life is in danger 

Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers 

Them naggers were swagger, 'cuz they keep it gangsta