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Holdin' them flamers (what?)\n[00:22.72] Them naggers with swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta\n[00:26.07] Just face it, I blaze shit, yo' shit is basic\n[00:29.28] My shit is Matrix (what?) Make you erase shit (what?)\n[00:32.71] Niggas won't say shit, but DJs you ain't shit\n[00:35.44] 'Cause you don't play shit, unless it's that gay shit\n[00:38.50] I'm straight off the slave ship, my style is ancient\n[00:41.57] I'm rich, and I'm famous, I'm armed, I'm dangerous\n[00:44.66] I came with that language, it's mad, it's brainless\n[00:47.67] You studied at Cambridge, I'm fuckin' yo' main bitch\n[00:50.97] Plus, my ebonics is full of gin and tonic, erotic\n[00:54.23] Yeah, you got it, Hypnotic, plus psychotic, nigga\n[00:57.30] After 9-11, niggas got patriotic\n[01:00.23] On 9-12, I'm like, \"Fuck it nigga blaze the chronic\"\n[01:03.60] Call 9-11 (what?) Then call your reverend (what?)\n[01:06.32] Then call heaven (what?) Here I come Lord\n[01:09.54] Live by the gun, die by the gun\n[01:12.14] An eye for an eye when you live and die by the sword\n[01:15.45] This right here is considered a banger (tell 'em again)\n[01:18.71] Delivered with anger, your life is in danger (what?)\n[01:21.46] Beware of them strangers (what?) Holdin' them flamers (what?)\n[01:24.58] Them naggers with swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta (nigga)\n[01:28.06] Now it's the mornin' after the night I just rolled (rolled)\n[01:30.89] 9-1-1 ain't an area code it's a gangsta mode (gangsta mode)\n[01:34.47] And I'm still in amazement on how I put it down\n[01:36.95] Emptied round after round, rat-tat-tat was the sound (nigga)\n[01:40.48] Now understand the situation, it was urgent\n[01:42.74] We-, we handled this emergency urgently (what?)\n[01:45.92] I can't just have no nigga out there just workin' me, jerkin' me\n[01:49.62] Talkin' all kind of shit, dishing dirt on me, shit (yeah)\n[01:52.78] He was a local nigga sheisty and didn't wanna pay up (what?)\n[01:55.77] So I got dressed in all black and loaded the K up (come on)\n[01:58.74] And all I could think about is revenge as I lit the J up (yeah)\n[02:01.66] And even though it was late night, I still fucked his whole day up\n[02:05.05] It was child's play, the youngster took me for a joke (yeah)\n[02:08.04] Not knowin' Mack, a maniac and I love the gun smoke\n[02:11.10] Make sparks in my barrel, shit flew through his apparel\n[02:13.96] Stupid motherfucker lost his life over dinero, uh\n[02:17.31] Call 9-11, then call your reverend\n[02:20.48] Then call heaven, here I come Lord\n[02:23.53] Live by the gun (come on), die by the gun (come on)\n[02:26.38] An eye for an eye when you live and die by the sword\n[02:29.41] This right here is considered a banger\n[02:32.64] Delivered with anger, your life is in danger (yeah)\n[02:35.32] Beware of them strangers (nigga), holdin' them flamers (nigga)\n[02:38.31] Them naggers with swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta\n[02:41.06] It ain't safe no fuckin' more\n[02:43.06] I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my soul\n[02:46.45] This motherfuckin' Dub is hall of bang nigga (bang nigga), I claim nigga (yeah)\n[02:50.51] Like PCP to the brain, it's like heroin in my veins nigga\n[02:53.87] White lightnin' I'm sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip\n[02:56.52] And like a fiend, I tremble, shiver and then (blow your dome to smithereens)\n[03:00.19] Act up, no actor, starch crease swagger\n[03:03.03] Dick harder than Viagra, Dub push your wig backwards\n[03:06.22] Connect alumni, but the gun high\n[03:08.07] Bloods and Crips and when we touch down, we turn niggas' hoods into the Gaza Strip\n[03:12.29] Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, 'cause I'm fucked up in the can\n[03:15.30] And I fuck a bitch over whether she in blue or (all red)\n[03:18.41] The industry most hated, nigga get at us, we ready, Dub, Mack and Cube\n[03:21.82] Like Saddam, Bin Laden and O.J. in the Chevy (yeah)\n[03:24.52] Back again, momma, there go that man again (uh-huh)\n[03:27.40] Grab the gun, them niggas on one, call 9-1-1\n[03:30.79] This right here is considered a banger\n[03:34.16] Delivered with anger, your life is in danger\n[03:36.96] Beware of them strangers (come on), holdin' them flamers (come on)\n[03:39.84] Them naggers with swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta\n[03:44.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Call 9-1-1\n  artist: Westside Connection\n  album: Terrorist Threats\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Westside\n  start_ms: 4890\n  end_ms: 7890\n- text: Westside\n  start_ms: 7890\n  end_ms: 10860\n- text: Westside\n  start_ms: 10860\n  end_ms: 12760\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 12760\n  end_ms: 13830\n- text: This right here is considered a banger\n  start_ms: 13830\n  end_ms: 17240\n- text: Delivered with anger, your life is in danger (come on)\n  start_ms: 17240\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: Beware of them strangers (what?) 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