911
by D12

Album: released as a single (2001)
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  • There ain't no trouble in rock (rock)
    On every block (block)
    Late for School, Late for Work
    But ahead of these cops (cops)
    My credit is shock, in the detinate box (box)
    Like, people take my life and that's pathetic as Pac's (Pac's)
    A waste of the talent, Say my boys is just no where
    Placed on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare
    Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
    Shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their heritage,
    Nato barriers, Hate embarrassed
    There is the faith to cherish
    In your room face to face with race awareness
    A race to us?? army bombin' your God is with you
    Calm the war, we gotta start our pistol
    Cause if you right and, know you right, then where's your ritious ways
    We sacrifice, snatch your life, many nights and days
    Follow me into equality we might behave
    And only christ can say the trife will reunite again

    America Owns, Without a fucking care in my dome
    Bearin' my bones, so far away staring at home
    Stay at my zone, falling asleep late with my chrome
    Feelin' hype from these rockets burning like straightenin' in the cones
    Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef
    Spray at your peeps for christmas, give a key to my niece
    Real nigga's feel us and fear us
    Gorillaz beat on they chest when
    Dangerous lyricist, I hope that you hear us
    The spirit of Bugz is still in me
    God bless it the trinity
    Cause my bullets they come in three's like trilogy's
    Put the knife away, missles away strike and blaze
    So much smoke you can't tell the difference between night and day
    Right away blow your life away, so light your haze
    Hold tight grenede's so when it blows I'm slightly grazed
    Kuniva might be crazed unleashin' unlikely rage
    The next time you hear a verse from me I might be caged

    Ahiya
    Ahayayayayay
    Ahiya
    Ahiya

    Everynight I talk to a black hawk, taking herion in bulks
    Watch my body hit the chalks
    I'm too lazy, masculines got me crazy
    Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby
    And I ain't never going home, Bizarre can for go
    It's cold I'll be for cyphering, right from wrong
    As I sit in my seat and remain calm
    And close my eyes and wait for the bomb (Here it comes!)

    I'm gettin' the fuck on, I'm aggrivated
    I know I'll make it, I'm in a place full of hatred
    Treatin' my life like a sacrred
    Try to check me, I break your neck
    Disrespect me you get injected
    It's hectic with some bullshit that happen
    You least expected
    We just don't accept it nigga
    I go ahead, lift my trigger
    Get rid of bitches, pay you a visit, then get your shit lit
    I'm a nitwit with a big dick, and big balls
    I don't miss shit
    I hit all, whoever that did this
    We Gonna Getch'all

    Yo, yo
    Now whether its Sadam or Bin Laden
    that's been startin all this trouble for us
    Creepin horrors doin show after show, sleepin on the tour bus
    We lost Aaliyah, lost our families, it takes no Tenges
    You don't need us to say the world is fucked up dawgs, we can see it
    Now it seems the public needs this shit to calm its kids
    'cause they findin out how you lied about your twisted sins
    They say we bad for you but shit our music is your friend
    They can't deter you from the truth cause we're the helping hand

    We are one, and one is all
    We are, We are, we are one
    And one is all Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • AnonymousWho does the chorus? Gorillaz, or Terry Hall?
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