"911" lyrics
(feat. Dru Down)
Walkin' down the street, watchin' ladies
All night watching me was the housing authority, task and OPD
It's rainin', it's pouring, do it 2 to 4, no snoring
Posted on the spot was the Glock cause we waring
I'm soaring to the top of the deck
[?] in the hole, on the grind, giggidy grind, no time for [?] hoes
Dope fiends love me, come to the spot pushing the buggy filled with kids
(Who got that cola man, can you plug me?)
The slugs be on fat but was that a Cadillac
I'm not gun-proof so nigga out the sunroof, busting caps
I'm striking to the bushes but didn't quite make it
They started breaking and taking my shit
Without my grip I'm naked, I hate it
Got smacked across the face with a sawed-off
They roped me up, choked me up, now I'm hauled off
With a [?], locked in the trunk
I'm having flashbacks cause all I heard was glass packs and hella bump
Man get the phone man, get the phone
I got the phone, I got the phone
What's up nigga?
Where the nigga C&H at?
Who the fuck is this nigga? I know where C&H at, who are you?
Don't worry about that, I got your boy Yukmouth
Who on the phone, who on the phone?
Ay mayne, check this out playa. Let me, let me speak to my boy right now nigga, what's happenin'?
Here you go right here nigga, speak quick
Hello?
What's up nigga?
I slipped, they got the 4 with the 9 loaded
(Where you at nigga?)
Don't know where the fuck I am cause I'm blindfolded
Survive these last three days lucky
But now I'm hurt because they told they get this bitch with AIDS to fuck me
They want a 100 thou' ya feel
Make it snap because I think these fools with cap me on the real
I'm hanging naked on the crucifix with a swoll ass lip and theys about to let loose the bitch
Right after me [?] they gonna tie me to a car then drag my ass like Indiana Jones
Gone, with the-
Damn phone, give me the motherfucking phone nigga, you better get the money nigga, cause I ain't playing nigga
Damn
Man, what's up man?
Get the motherfucking gats man, see they Yuk
Get the gats, what they hollin?
They want the hundred thousand dollars at the door
And now at his head they got the chrome 44
And niggas ain't playin', they want the grip, they wanna get paid
Numskull, my nigga they 'bout to have Yukmouth fuck a bitch with AIDS
Ow shit, I grab the vest, the .38, the .44, a .45, MAC-10, a AK-47
And get strapped like a soldier
I wanna recuse my nigga, I won't kill em, imma torture them
Cause now its strictly funning and gunning see
You kidnap my patna Yukmouth and want some gizzniks from me
But no way in the world would you did that
Numskull got the gizznat, I want my patna [?]
We hopped into the 4-door 400 floor shift
I gotta have the posse with the chip just in case we slip
And be outty on that asshole, fuck the po-po
I'm thinking about my patna with the 911 code
I'm comin through yo backdoor, I'm feelin so sympathy
The only thing you get from me is H-E-A-T
I'm puttin it down your pants, [?] do the dance
Get the phone man, get the phone man, might be them niggas on the phone, answer that blood
Hold on mayne, goddamn
Answer that phone, might be them niggas man
Answer them man, might be them niggas man
Hello?
Dru, don't pay these fools cause they might slip
But hurry up before they squeeze my nuts with vice grips
They wanna have my ass hauled off, up to my heads sawed off
And the bitch with AIDS is taking her draws off
Call off the scratch cause they [?] for the bundle
One tryna swundle [?] no mumbo jumbo
The dumb hoe was trippin' so I might not have to dig the cot
Cause the [?] supposed to break her off a fifty rock
And she know that I know that you know was like a big ass drought in the O
So fuck that hoe, they really tryna pump fear and shit
Got that bitch lookin' like Ethiopian of the year and shit
I straight escaped cause they straight got funked out in the front
Throwing down on each other with [?]
I socked the bitch then tied her up, they left the Glock in here
Can't do shit with it cause they got the nigga locked in here
Jump out the window
Man if I do it's my doom, I'm at the tribune
Twelve stories up in a vacant room
So what the fuck is up, they comin' up with some more niggas
I'm at the door about to go trigger happy, my nigga back me
On the quick, fast, hurry like snappy before they cap me
Don't trip cause I got fo clips and a grenade
But bring some more shit because they might be hard to fade
Never, I'm coming for yo ass with the triggers
I never leave ya hanging on a crucifix my nigga
Goddamn, it seem that people always wanna test my real folks
And end up gettin' smears note
I'm bout to start [?], no patience
I need to save my folks [?] no parachute
He's willing to jump off the top of the tribune
But no need for that, we're comin' up the elevator
Strapped bazooka on my back, I'm laying on the floor but careful caps
Dru Down, the elevator opens, I'm so high
We lighting up the place like the 4th of July
I yell "Yuk, where ya at, Yuk, where ya at"
He came runnin' with the gat and said them niggas dead in the back
I said "Where the hoe go nigga?" he said I killed the bitch
First for tryna jump on my bone biatch
And everything is all right I know [?]
And let's get into some more shit, some deep shit
Let's burn the dead niggas and the dead bitch
Cause I could give a fuck less to what happens now
I'm ready to burn the whole motherfucking building down
But I'm not going out, I'm jetting from this murder scene
So Yuk, either grab the bazooka or the M16
Because my arms is getting tired from the weight
I wanna get back to the spot and smoke some dank
I check it out, we hopped into the big block Chevy
And if somebody ran up fool, we was ready
But for a souvenir I cut off tongues
Riding off safe on the freeway up to some hoes house that's sprung
All night watching me was the housing authority, task and OPD
It's rainin', it's pouring, do it 2 to 4, no snoring
Posted on the spot was the Glock cause we waring
I'm soaring to the top of the deck
[?] in the hole, on the grind, giggidy grind, no time for [?] hoes
Dope fiends love me, come to the spot pushing the buggy filled with kids
(Who got that cola man, can you plug me?)
The slugs be on fat but was that a Cadillac
I'm not gun-proof so nigga out the sunroof, busting caps
I'm striking to the bushes but didn't quite make it
They started breaking and taking my shit
Without my grip I'm naked, I hate it
Got smacked across the face with a sawed-off
They roped me up, choked me up, now I'm hauled off
With a [?], locked in the trunk
I'm having flashbacks cause all I heard was glass packs and hella bump
Man get the phone man, get the phone
I got the phone, I got the phone
What's up nigga?
Where the nigga C&H at?
Who the fuck is this nigga? I know where C&H at, who are you?
Don't worry about that, I got your boy Yukmouth
Who on the phone, who on the phone?
Ay mayne, check this out playa. Let me, let me speak to my boy right now nigga, what's happenin'?
Here you go right here nigga, speak quick
Hello?
What's up nigga?
I slipped, they got the 4 with the 9 loaded
(Where you at nigga?)
Don't know where the fuck I am cause I'm blindfolded
Survive these last three days lucky
But now I'm hurt because they told they get this bitch with AIDS to fuck me
They want a 100 thou' ya feel
Make it snap because I think these fools with cap me on the real
I'm hanging naked on the crucifix with a swoll ass lip and theys about to let loose the bitch
Right after me [?] they gonna tie me to a car then drag my ass like Indiana Jones
Gone, with the-
Damn phone, give me the motherfucking phone nigga, you better get the money nigga, cause I ain't playing nigga
Damn
Man, what's up man?
Get the motherfucking gats man, see they Yuk
Get the gats, what they hollin?
They want the hundred thousand dollars at the door
And now at his head they got the chrome 44
And niggas ain't playin', they want the grip, they wanna get paid
Numskull, my nigga they 'bout to have Yukmouth fuck a bitch with AIDS
Ow shit, I grab the vest, the .38, the .44, a .45, MAC-10, a AK-47
And get strapped like a soldier
I wanna recuse my nigga, I won't kill em, imma torture them
Cause now its strictly funning and gunning see
You kidnap my patna Yukmouth and want some gizzniks from me
But no way in the world would you did that
Numskull got the gizznat, I want my patna [?]
We hopped into the 4-door 400 floor shift
I gotta have the posse with the chip just in case we slip
And be outty on that asshole, fuck the po-po
I'm thinking about my patna with the 911 code
I'm comin through yo backdoor, I'm feelin so sympathy
The only thing you get from me is H-E-A-T
I'm puttin it down your pants, [?] do the dance
Get the phone man, get the phone man, might be them niggas on the phone, answer that blood
Hold on mayne, goddamn
Answer that phone, might be them niggas man
Answer them man, might be them niggas man
Hello?
Dru, don't pay these fools cause they might slip
But hurry up before they squeeze my nuts with vice grips
They wanna have my ass hauled off, up to my heads sawed off
And the bitch with AIDS is taking her draws off
Call off the scratch cause they [?] for the bundle
One tryna swundle [?] no mumbo jumbo
The dumb hoe was trippin' so I might not have to dig the cot
Cause the [?] supposed to break her off a fifty rock
And she know that I know that you know was like a big ass drought in the O
So fuck that hoe, they really tryna pump fear and shit
Got that bitch lookin' like Ethiopian of the year and shit
I straight escaped cause they straight got funked out in the front
Throwing down on each other with [?]
I socked the bitch then tied her up, they left the Glock in here
Can't do shit with it cause they got the nigga locked in here
Jump out the window
Man if I do it's my doom, I'm at the tribune
Twelve stories up in a vacant room
So what the fuck is up, they comin' up with some more niggas
I'm at the door about to go trigger happy, my nigga back me
On the quick, fast, hurry like snappy before they cap me
Don't trip cause I got fo clips and a grenade
But bring some more shit because they might be hard to fade
Never, I'm coming for yo ass with the triggers
I never leave ya hanging on a crucifix my nigga
Goddamn, it seem that people always wanna test my real folks
And end up gettin' smears note
I'm bout to start [?], no patience
I need to save my folks [?] no parachute
He's willing to jump off the top of the tribune
But no need for that, we're comin' up the elevator
Strapped bazooka on my back, I'm laying on the floor but careful caps
Dru Down, the elevator opens, I'm so high
We lighting up the place like the 4th of July
I yell "Yuk, where ya at, Yuk, where ya at"
He came runnin' with the gat and said them niggas dead in the back
I said "Where the hoe go nigga?" he said I killed the bitch
First for tryna jump on my bone biatch
And everything is all right I know [?]
And let's get into some more shit, some deep shit
Let's burn the dead niggas and the dead bitch
Cause I could give a fuck less to what happens now
I'm ready to burn the whole motherfucking building down
But I'm not going out, I'm jetting from this murder scene
So Yuk, either grab the bazooka or the M16
Because my arms is getting tired from the weight
I wanna get back to the spot and smoke some dank
I check it out, we hopped into the big block Chevy
And if somebody ran up fool, we was ready
But for a souvenir I cut off tongues
Riding off safe on the freeway up to some hoes house that's sprung
