the blackout I was gone and knowin' where the pressures on Don't sleep till dawn All those who doze, wake up with your shit gone Emergency, emergency
hardcore administratin Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon {Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency {And you
up to you, will confess Self-compress A dollar life so self-possessed La agua que te guias, todo un mar de porqueria You will not emerge from this But
: (feat. Kwame) [Intro: Kwame] This - this is brought to you By the K-1, Emergency Broadcasting System In the - in the event of an actual emergency
went solo; baggin dime pieces stackin dividends and dressin in more linen than Yoko Ono But on the low doe we fightin over the scraps Worshippin the almighty dollar
Imagine life so hard You can't imagine it's like livin' in city of god You feel me Imagine life on the yard I'm tryin' to get that dollar on some
you feel the tension Ever heard the word prevention, well, you really need to pay attention You only need a little bit, so you want another hit? Call emergency
and the hotel lobbies Probably find me drunk off Bacardi In a swank hotel an aspiring actress Trying to push her back through a thousand dollar mattress
hardcore administratin' Gang bang affiliatin', MC Ren'll have you wildin' off a zone And a whole half a gallon, get to dialin', 911 emergency And you
' to be looking at So much smoke becoming out the window Bitches in the next car saying daddy what that We be smoking on the green Give me fifty dollar
looking at So much smoke becoming out the window bitches in the next car saying daddy what that We be smoking on the green, give me fifty dollar ???
Open that clip, now clip up like I'm firm I'm a super duper rap rapper Steady makin' snappers Hand's clapper, nigga my chopper got'cha I'm on the first floor emergency
crackin' Imagine life's so hard You can't imagine, it's like livin' in the City of God You feel me? Imagine life on the yard Or tryin' get that dollar
This is one of my favorites Aight? So check it, check it Yeah, outta control F'real, rap is outta control, like that PMD, still makin' dollars Rap's
and watched the Muppet Show in the living room. Ya know my TV is worth a million dollars, why I call it my million dollar TV. This is because, when
the plain truth You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar For this bad
one line Now here's the truth about the system that'll fuck up your mind They gave Al Queda 6 billion dollars in 1989 to 1992 And now the last chapters
duck for cover I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost Infared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames You can betcha by the dollar
