State of an Emergency

Various Artists

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That ralo holla for ralo no more pourin liquor from bottles Through it callin out shots, choppers choppin my cuzzo bop And no more plottin a plan, just gon' do it for Sugar Man Call a truce, I think not, keep on ridin for Young Omar Funk Montana won't stop, baggin bodies for Young Tiani Heads is spinnin they trippin but we ruthless by law for hittin And gettin tipsy, miss, O.G. bottles of the honest hippy Hit they brain like a tumor this no rumor we love you Junior Pistol blow, for Momo, B-4-O and North Richmond's own I dump my heat, for real North Richmond niggas butter and peach And Queen Hill is that real, ill nigga lay on my streets And throwback Beanies and pistols be me hittin shit for my city Drinkin Rémy, think of any Richmond a bloody city Givin honor, Dante Bonner too much drama for Ronald Mr. Cee and Little D, plus the like D-R-E You think it cease, a state of emergency gon' bring some peace (X2) There's a new breed, of young G's and they believe Age 14, 15 squeeze or either bleed It's a sad scene, at crime scenes, no sirens Up against Marines, state of emergency what it means Richmond niggas had money before Richmond town house was sunny Since we speakin bout dough, pretty 'bows, westside of O And since I'm stuck in my hood, I'mma always have beef with Woody Had a smell but my nigga had a scrill, we love you Dill Bashy Bell had destroyers, Brandon Smith, Pee Wee and Horace Pimped and hustled we gotta be that playa named Marcus Russell I ain't feelin it, how they did my O.G. partner Canelous Bustin heads even chest, in the name of Mac Damion West Picture Chi, here we gon' get freaky like kinky Thai Richmond C.A., where we be jammin mouths the same way as J Shit ain't the same, so brains I rearrange, just for big fame I put some work, Lee-Moe did and hurt, for O.G. Kirk See all this dirt, is it really worth, how bad it hurts See every turf, up in Richmond Cali the game cursed The law can search, but that don't stop the hearse, and head first Fuck church, cause what they really want, is blood thirst (X2) There's a new breed, of young G's and they believe Age 14, 15 squeeze or either bleed It's a sad scene, at crime scenes, no sirens Up against Marines, state of emergency what it means Is it me or it seem like all my niggas forgot EP It's like a movie when watchin old school footage, of Auntie Goochie In Frisco, learned to cook a blow, from Bumper Joe On Parcher Road, my nigga from the mountain named Sidney Bo Carchester Ville, 93 they killed my nigga Sil When Jesse Hill, my nigga played 2Pac, when he was 12 You know in Erie, can't forget Lyrico and Marcus Perry Dust to Don I'mma keep my semi blazin for Bobby Shawn Vallejo Mac, plus Richmond finest my nigga Fat From the gutter remember Joe cousin that's Little Butter Me and P, scrapin in the Lexus we miss Alexus Who was cookin and also kept it jookin no doubt with puttin Bust my burner, Little Roy Dural and Charlie Turner Little E, from the backstreets restin in peace And Cupertino remind me how that sucker coupe hit Martina Racin toys is the way he left this world as D-Boy (X2) There's a new breed, of young G's and they believe Age 14, 15 squeeze or either bleed It's a sad scene, at crime scenes, no sirens Up against Marines, state of emergency what it means