Westside Connection – Call 9-1-1

Westside Connection – Call 9-1-1 Lyrics

Artist: Westside Connection
Song: 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

Just face it, I blaze sh#t yo sh#t is basic, my sh#t is matrix
Make you erase sh#t, n#gg#z won’t say sh#t, but DJ’s you ain’t sh#t
‘Cuz you don’t play sh#t, unless it’s that gay sh#t
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 f#ckin’ yo main b#tch
Plus my Ebonics is full, of gin and tonic, erotic

Yeah you got it, hypnotic, plus I got it
After nine eleven n#gg#z got patriotic
On nine twelve I’m like f#ck it n#gg# 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 n#gg# out there just workin’ me, jerkin’ me
Talkin’ all kind of sh#t, dishin’ dirt on me, sh#t
He was a local n#gg# 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 f#cked 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, sh#t flew through his apparel
Stupid m#th*rf#ck*r 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 f#ckin’ mo’

I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my soul
This motherf#ckin’ dub, is hall of bang n#gg#, I claim n#gg#
Like PCP to the brain, it’s like kel runnin my fame n#gg#
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 v#agra, dub push your ick backwards
Connect alumni, but the gun high bloods and crips

And when we touch down we turn n#gg#z hoods till the guy says grip
Squeeze lead, to the y’all dead, ‘cuz I’m f#cked up in the can
And I f#ck a b#tch over whether she can blew or all red
The industry most hated, n#gg# 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 n#gg#z 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
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From the album:
Terrorist Threats [Explicit]
Release Year: 2003