Lyrics:
911, forty reporting
Hello 911, help me, help me
What is your emergency
There's someone in my house, there's someone in my house
Can you please
featuring J Treds
[announcer]
Mr. Len a.k.a. Space Ghost please commence intro
Company Flow perform J Treds prepare
El P
Biggie
Going _Federal_ like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice
It took me two hundred forty three
Point nine nine days to reassess my life
I almost took a carbine
Living a nightmare that it nearly took me two
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
my size 11s and see how these shoes feel
I know as e dey tight me I’m moving with bruised heels
MAMBA shooting free throws and walking like who’s real
Omor na when e go be for me
Na which record go carry me trabaye from the trenches
Oh my God I believe say one day
Everywhere go marama
But like this
but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius
[911 dispatch]
911, forty reporting
[woman]
Hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch]
What is your emergency
[woman]
There's
[911 dispatch]
911, forty reporting
[woman]
Hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch]
What is your emergency
[woman]
There's
the verses]
Even though what we do is wrong...
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack a 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter
Y'all niggaz
crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we
crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we
Bentley made by Bentley Motors
Bentley Mulsanne I leased it, it's not rented
Red dot for your head, green dot for my niggas in the penitentiary
Looking real
don't stop"
But we was getting robbed like
A bank with no lock
By a record company that was taking a lot
People blaming us and shaming us
But then it all
panic attacks
You ain't a star and your record company know that
How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?
I'm a business woman now so I'm
panic attacks
You ain't a star and your record company know that
How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?
I'm a business woman now so I'm
the shots, no need to brown-nose
Cut the check at 40 grand for shows
I'm (Fresh) like Doug E., I show ya
The beat got it (Clap) like them boys from 'Nolia, I
hundred-twelve floors
When they want the fire I'm the one they'll call
Your Record Company's Stores' fallin'
I'll pick that bitch up, put it on my back and start
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
E-girls forever, aye (What’s your onlyfans?)
E-girls forever, aye (What’s your onlyfans?)
E-girls forever, aye (What’s your onlyfans?)
E
E-40 homie I got the 40
I'll be still balling when I'm in my forties
You know my team go hard them niggas retarded
I fuck with yo bitch then I discard
we need company?
Next in line!
Look how that sinner's skinned
Hear that?
They smile and grind their teeth
Hear their cries?
I hear them whisper things
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