[Intro:]
Niggas are in a state of emergency...
The death side
A mirror image of where we are today
And life side
A vision of where we need to go
We rule for delf
It's only death...
[RuggedMonk]
--YO--YO--
Monk
Slay fools like you
That rap for free
Dick hoes swift, code name: Dick Dastardly
Stay with a dime piece
Heavy starch on the crease
Chucks fresh out the box
Laced with the gangsta physique
Shower cap
Compton hat, blue pendleton fleece
Chunky
Heat on my hip, I'm Motorolin' through streets
Ain't
Reached my peak, but I passed your peak
You ass and cheek
My vocals
Stay smashin' beats
EQ, my amps and speaks, and bang my shit loud
Black Knights
Is known for rocking mics
Excitin' crowds
Dial 1-800-BLACKKNIGHTS, anytime
You want some
Gangsta beats, and some hardcore rhymes
Call P.C. and Chuck to come and lace your hooks
K.B.G. and Black Techs to come and heat up the booth
All you DJ's
If you need some drops
We ain't hard to find, cause we still on the block
[Chorus: P.C.]
Somebody call 911
We in a state of emergency
Two elevens and burglaries
And murder in the first degree
On all Emcees
Urgently me, we on the mash
For this currency
Two elevens and burglaries
And murder in the first degree
On all Emcees
Emergency
[Doc Doom]
Don't make put flames on your bitch ass
You switch fast
My guns
Like an ATM card, stick your ass
For some quick cash
Then mash to the getaway car
Swerving through red lights
Laughing
Smoking and drinking
Banging
The Black Knights, Them five mic
Hood superstars, we ghetto as it gets
Rock my gear for three days straight
And still snatch your bitch
Silly fuck
Don't get gagged
Or duct tapped up
Body parts
Found in the dessert, of Las Vegas
I ain't joking
I'll leave your crew heart broken
If you ain't got
Five on this sack, you ain't smoking
Picture a nigga rolling
Holding my pocket swollen
--SHIT--
Who gives a fuck if everything I got is stolen
--HUH--
It ain't a puzzle to mine
I keeps a tech
Wit a muzzle on mine
I was born into this life of crime
This life of mines
Been a bumpy road, but I won't fold
These streets
Only made my heart cold
, huh
[Chorus]
Somebody call 911
We in a state of emergency
Two elevens and burglaries
And murder in the first degree
On all Emcees
Urgently me, we on the mash
For this currency
Two elevens and burglaries
And murder in the first degree
On all Emcees
Emergency
[Crisis]
It's official
Bloody paragraphs contaminate
Your system
Prescribe the antidote
Snipe that ass from a distance
Baptize my throat
With the henny and coke
Firewater mixed with Widow
Hold it in til I choke
Get the full effect, eyes bloodshot
Get drunk and pull a tech
Disconnect the neck
A diamondback, and disrespect me
Leave you posing for obituaries, posted in cemetaries
Trapped in a box
For trynna slapbox with Glocks
Hit your spot releasing multiple shots
Strays ricochet
Off
Walls in Hallways, gunplay, all day
Got the block Locked
Like Rahway
Fuck individuals we make 'em all play
Lyrical Scarface
Vandalize emcees like property
It ain't no stoppin' me
I show 'em how to rock it properly
Set up monopolies
Get CREAM from state to state
Bake the cake, we take the cake
Make the fake evaporate
It's no escape, we holding weight
Holding down, the Golden State
[Chorus]
Somebody call 911
We in a state of emergency
Two elevens and burglaries
And murder in the first degree
On all Emcees
Urgently me, we on the mash
For this currency
Two elevens and burglaries
And murder in the first degree
On all Emcees
Emergency
{OUTRO}
Folks will tell you live one way
--JUST WATCH--
And they'll go live another
--DONT TRY TO FOLLOW--
--WHAT EVERYBODY--GOTS TO SAY--
--CUZ MOST FREE ADVICE--
--AIN'T GOOD FOR NOTHING--
----EXCEPT TURNING YOU GREY---
