Emergency Lyrics – G Herbo

Emergency Lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo]
[?]
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)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
We ain’t never call the cops, we was callin’ ops 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, fyе-fye-fye
Then wе 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

[Refrain: G Herbo]
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

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean, G Herbo]
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)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
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 hoes, 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)

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Someone please call 911 (In the [?])
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
[Verse 3: Wyclef Jean]
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

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Someone please call 911 (In the [?])
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