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luniz - 911 lyrics

[verse 1: yukmouth]
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 n+gga out the sunroof, busting caps
i’m striking to the bushes but didn’t quite make it
they started breaking and taking my sh+t
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 h+lla bump

[interlude]
man get the phone man, get the phone
i got the phone, i got the phone
what’s up n+gga?
where the n+gga c&h at?
who the f+ck is this n+gga? 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 n+gga, what’s happenin’?
here you go right here n+gga, speak quick
h+llo?
what’s up n+gga?
[verse 2: yukmouth, (dru down)]
i slipped, they got the 4 with the 9 loaded
(where you at n+gga?)
don’t know where the f+ck i am cause i’m blindfolded
survive these last three days lucky
but now i’m hurt because they told they get this b+tch with aids to f+ck 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 b+tch
right after me [?] they gonna tie me to a car then drag my ass like indiana jones
gone, with the+

[interlude]
d+mn phone, give me the motherf+cking phone n+gga, you better get the money n+gga, cause i ain’t playing n+gga
d+mn
man, what’s up man?
get the motherf+cking gats man, see they yuk
get the gats, what they hollin?

[verse 3: dru down]
they want the hundred thousand dollars at the door
and now at his head they got the chrome 44
and n+ggas ain’t playin’, they want the grip, they wanna get paid
numskull, my n+gga they ’bout to have yukmouth f+ck a b+tch with aids
ow sh+t, 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 n+gga, i won’t k!ll 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 assh0l+, f+ck 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
[interlude]
get the phone man, get the phone man, might be them n+ggas on the phone, answer that blood
hold on mayne, godd+mn
answer that phone, might be them n+ggas man
answer them man, might be them n+ggas man
h+llo?

[verse 4: yukmouth]
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 b+tch 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 f+ck that hoe, they really tryna pump fear and sh+t
got that b+tch lookin’ like ethiopian of the year and sh+t
i straight escaped cause they straight got funked out in the front
throwing down on each other with [?]
i socked the b+tch then tied her up, they left the glock in here
can’t do sh+t with it cause they got the n+gga 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 f+ck is up, they comin’ up with some more n+ggas
i’m at the door about to go trigger happy, my n+gga 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 sh+t because they might be hard to fade
[verse 5: dru down]
never, i’m coming for yo ass with the triggers
i never leave ya hanging on a crucifix my n+gga
godd+mn, 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 n+ggas dead in the back
i said “where the hoe go n+gga?” he said i k!lled the b+tch
first for tryna jump on my bone biatch
and everything is all right i know [?]
and let’s get into some more sh+t, some deep sh+t
let’s burn the dead n+ggas and the dead b+tch
cause i could give a f+ck less to what happens now
i’m ready to burn the whole motherf+cking 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

- luniz lyrics

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