811

Lyrics

[Intro] Geah, uh-huh Somebody dial 811 (Right) Killas! Come on! [Verse 1] Couple o' gunshots now the streets on fire Shooter fled the scene, caught over the wire Tire tracks and a few empty shells Retaliation be the motive, it's a story to tell Here's the problem, crazy-ass kids Hungry for the quick fast, hoes through your lids Niggas' hoods too close, geah, the world is smaller Got a fuckin' crime tip from an anonymous caller We all on the lookout, these boys is afro American dream so they out for thеy cash flow Who asked yo' ass to get involved with thе crimes? Now yo' moafuckin' ass hidin' out like mines The One Time's beatin' down everybody doors (Doo-doo-doo-doo) The homies gettin' sweated now they fuckin' wit' yours (What the fuck?) Geah, blame it on Grandmaster Flash The message is survival so I'm hungry for cash, geah [Chorus x2] Somebody dial 811 This mothafuckin' nigga got a gun And on it just for fun You sucka MC's come and I pop me one, geah! Geah, come on! [Verse 2] A nigga on the run so I stay out the window To the fuckin' phone booth tryna dial up some info Hit up the kinfolk, Cuz, it's a stray In an undercover Bucket tryna get outta state State of mind tryna invoke? through the clear Couple niggas started talkin' is the shit I hear Should've known you're weak and it's shown You're missin' a few days, now your cover's blown One Time's on prowl, how the fuck they know? Finger pointin' mothafuckas, now they sweatin' my hoe (Sweatin' my hoe) She don't, tell 'em a word so they start with the bluffin' No mo' questions or start arrestin' Fuck the lie testin', my words remain Niggas lyin' in the streets, niggas off the chain Nigga, off with the Range run off in your spot They off with the product now them off with one shot, geah [Chorus x2] [Outro] Somebody dial 811 Geah! Somebody dial 811 You sucka MC's come and I pop me one, geah! Blue Stamp Entertainment Somebody dial 811 Brenk on the beat Blue Stamp Official Geah, geah