State of Emergency

[Intro: Doc Doom] Niggas 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]