Crisis tha Sharpshooter - State of Emergency lyrics

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Crisis tha Sharpshooter - State of Emergency lyrics

[Intro:] n***as are in a state of emergency... The d**h 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 d**h... [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 pa**ed your peak You a** and cheek My vocals Stay smashin' beats EQ, my amps and speaks, and bang my sh** 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 b**h a** You switch fast My guns Like an ATM card, stick your a** 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 b**h Silly f** 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 n***a rolling Holding my pocket swollen --sh*t-- Who gives a f** 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 a** 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 f** 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---

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