Emergency (feat. Wyclef Jean, Turbo the Great)

(Of course, okay, we just shot up some more guys)

Uh, I come from where this shit get real ugly, it's dangerous

If your mama tell you not to talk to strangers, she probably mean that

No bullshit

(911, what's your emergency?)

(Run that back, Turbo)

We ain't never call the cops, we was callin' opps on FaceTime

Like, "What up? Let's link up, let's shoot it up", ain't waste time

Feel like that was a great time, 'cause all my niggas was alive

How the fuck all my niggas died? We was the ones that used to slide

In my raps, ain't never lied, hop in the rides, fye-fye-fye

Then we stand right back outside

In my hood, to get some rank, you gotta complete a checklist

Where the kids get neglected and they mamas disrespected

That just make them grow up reckless

This shit real hectic, they'll strip your ass naked

They don't wanna work like Swerv, they just want what's on my neck

They don't ever check in with me, they just want that check

This shit better not get intense, drench, hit his ass with that Kriss Vecc

All you niggas act like 911, talkin' 'bout this and that

Always talkin' 'bout this and that, always talkin' 'bout this and that

Can everybody just hop off my dick? I'm havin' enough sex (please)

If you ever slept on me, I'm up now, I ain't gettin' no rest, now they need me

Someone please call 911

Tell them I just been shot down

And the bullets' in my heart

And it's piercin' through my soul

The windy city gettin' cold, so cold, so cold (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Everybody lookin' up to crooks in the slums

Way before they give your ass a book, you get a gun (huh?)

Everybody sayin' they your bros, is not one

The young ladies lookin' up to hos, not nuns

Ain't nobody gon' give you nothin' for free, not shit

'Cause ain't nobody gave nothin' to me, not shit (not shit)

If you in the streets, better not freeze on the hit

Somebody call 911, his tee got hit

Started with a hundred dollars, made a G and got rich

Gotta watch them broken promises, some shit you can't fix

Always look like a lick, 'cause I ain't never call it quits (Swerv)

Long live John Madden, you still'll get your ass blitzed (bop)

Someone please call 911

Tell them I just been shot down

And the bullets' in my heart

And it's piercin' through my soul

The windy city gettin' cold, so cold

I'm in the rain with Mary Jane callin' 911

I'm puffin' on that Mary Jane, tryna stay calm

Told my cousin, "Breathe easy, help's on the way"

Reminiscin' at the repass while the DJ plays

Croix-des-Bouquets, where they drill like the military

And all my young dogs in the pet cemetery

And if my Zoe say, "Now Epita", I'll see you later

They curl the block and spray it up like a activator

This is the rude boy saga (yeah, yeah)

Everybody wanna be deep top shotta (yeah)

Now the church choir sendin' you to yonder

Gone too soon, fallin' soldier

Someone please call 911

Tell them I just been shot down

And the bullets' in my heart

And it's piercin' through my soul

The windy city gettin' cold, so cold

What year? 2013, summer bro, I lost like five of my homies in a month

Back-to-back-to-back, like five of my homies died in a month

Within 40 days time, my homie, Kobe got hit

My homie, Peewee got hit, my homie, Richie got hit

My homie, C-Mo got hit, my homie, Tracy got hit

That was five of my homies, my close homies that I was seeing f- around with

Hanging with every single day, they got hit in one summer, one little one