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• Artiste: G Herbo
• Titre: Emergency
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[?] Uh, I come from where this shit get real ugly, it's dangerous If your mama tell you not to talk to strangers, she probably mean that No bullshit 911, what's your emergency? (Run that back, Turbo) We ain't never call the cops, we was callin' ops on FaceTime Like what up? Let's link up, let's shoot it up, ain't waste time Feel like that was a great time, 'cause all my niggas was alive How the fuck all my niggas died? We was the ones that used to slide In my raps, ain't never lied, hop in the rides, fye-fye-fye Then we stand right back outside In my hood, to get some rank, you gotta complete a checklist Where the kids get neglected and they mamas disrespected That just make them grow up reckless This shit real hectic, they'll strip your ass naked They don't wanna work like Swerv, they just want what's on my neck They don't ever check in with me, they just want that check This shit better not get intense, drench, hit his ass with that Kriss Vecc All you niggas act like 911, talkin' 'bout this and that Always talkin' 'bout this and that, always talkin' 'bout this and that Can everybody just hop off my dick? I'm havin' enough sex (Please) If you ever slept on me, I'm up now, I ain't gettin' no rest, now they need me Someone please call 911 Tell them I just been shot down And the bullets in my heart And it's piercin' through my soul The windy city gettin' cold, so cold, so cold (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Everybody lookin' up to crooks in the slums Way before they give your ass a book, you get a gun (Huh?) Everybody sayin' they your bros, is not one The young ladies lookin' up to hoes, not nuns Ain't nobody gon' give you nothin' for free, not shit 'Cause ain't nobody gave nothin' to me, not shit (Not shit) If you in the streets, better not freeze on the hit Somebody call 911, his tee got hit Started with a hundred dollars, made a G and got rich Gotta watch them broken promises, some shit you can't fix Always look like a lick, 'cause I ain't never call it quits (Swerv) Long live John Madden, you still'll get your ass blitzed (Bop) Someone please call 911 (In the [?]) Tell them I just been shot down And the bullets in my heart And it's piercin' through my soul The windy city gettin' cold, so cold, so cold I'm in the rain with Mary Jane callin' 911 I'm puffin' on that Mary Jane, tryna stay calm Told my cousin, breathe easy, help's on the way Reminiscin' at the repass while the DJ plays Croix-des-Bouquets, where they drill like the military And all my young dogs in the pet cemetery And if my Zoe say, "Now Epita", I'll see you later They curl the block and spray it up like a activator This is the rude boy saga (Yeah, yeah) Everybody wanna be deep top shotta (Yeah) Now the church choir sendin' you to yonder Gone too soon, fallin' soldier Someone please call 911 (In the [?]) Tell them I just been shot down And the bullets in my heart And it's piercin' through my soul The windy city gettin' cold, so cold, so cold