(feat. P.C.)



[Intro: Doc Doom]

Niggaz are in a state of emergency...

The death side, millions and millions armed to death

And life side, division of rule, we rule for delf

It's only death...



[Monk]

Monk slay fools like you that rap for free

Dick holes swift, code name: Dick Dastardly

Stay with a dime piece, heavy starch on the crease

Chucks fresh out the box, laced with the gangsta physique

Howard cap, Compton hat, blue penalty fleece

Chunky, heat on my hip, I'm Motorolin' through streets

Ain't, reached my peak, but I passed your peak

You assed and cheeked, my vocals stay smashin' beats

CQ, my answers speaks, and bang my shit loud

Black Knights is known for rocking mics, excite a crowd

Dial 1-800-BLACKKNIGHTS, anytime you want some

Gangsta beats, and some hardcore rhymes

Call P.C. and Chuck to come and lace your hooks

K.B.G. and Black Techs to come and heat up the booth

All you DJ's, if you need some drops

We ain't hard to find, cause we still on the block



[Chorus: P.C.]

Somebody call 911, we in a state of emergency

Two elevens and burglaries, and murder in the first degree

On all them seeds, urging me, we on the mash for this currency

Two elevens and burglaries, and murder in the first degree

On all them seeds, emergency



[Doc Doom]

Don't make put flames on your bitch ass, you switch fast

My guns like an ATM part, stick your ass for some quick cash

Then mash to the getaway car, swerving through red lights

Laughing, smoking and drinking, banging the Black Knights

The five mic, hood superstars, we ghetto as it gets

Rock my gear for three days straight and still snatch your bitch

Silly fuck, don't get gagged or duct tapped up

Body parts found in the dessert, a lost faker

I ain't joking, I'll leave your crew heart broken

If you ain't got five on the stack, you ain't smoking

Picture a nigga rolling, holding my pocket swollen

Shit, who gives a fuck if everything I got is stolen

Huh, it ain't a puzzle, the minds, I keeps a tech

Put the muzzle on mine, I was born into this life of crime

This life of mines, been a bumpy road, but I won't fold in these streets

Only makek my heart cold, huh



[Chorus]



[Crisis]

It's official, bloody paragraphs contaminate your system

Perscribe the antidote, snipe that ass from a distance

Baptize my throat with the henny and coke

Firewater mixed with ridalin hold it in til I choke

Get the full effect, eyes bloodshot, get drunk and pull a tech

Disconnect the neck, a diamondback, and disrespect me

Leave you posing for obitueries, posing in cemetaries

Trapped in a box, for trynna slapbox with glocks

Get your snot released with multiple slots, trays ricochet

Off floors and hardway, gunplay, all day, got the block

Locked like Broadway, fuck individuals we make 'em all play

Lyrical Scarface, vandalize the streets like property

It ain't no stoppin' me, I show 'em how to rock it properly

Set up monopolies, get CREAM from state to state

Bank the cake, from K to K, make the fake evaporate

It's no escape, we holding weight, holding down, in every state



[Chorus]