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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Vocals
Mack 10
Vocals
WC
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Treyvon Green
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Dedrick Rolison
Songwriter
William Calhoun
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Tre
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, hold them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
[Verse 2]
Just face it, I blaze shit
Yo shit is basic, my shit is matrix
Make you erase shit
**** won't say shit, but DJs you ain't shit
'Cause you don't play shit, unless it's that gay shit
I'm straight off the slave ship, my style is ancient
I'm rich and I'm famous, I'm on, I'm dangerous
I came wit that language, it's mad, it's brainless
You study at Cambridge, I'm fuckin' yo main bitch
Plus my ebonics is full, of gin and tonic, erotic
Yeah you got it, hypnotic, plus I got it, brrr
After nine eleven **** got patriotic
On nine twelve I'm like fuck it **** blaze the chronic
[Verse 3]
Call nine eleven, then call your reverend
Then call heaven, here I come lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
An eye for an eye when you live and die by this war
[Verse 4]
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, hold them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
[Verse 5]
Yeah, now it's the mornin' after the night I just rolled
9-1-1 ain't a area code it's a gangsta mode
And I'm still in amazement on how I put it down
Emptied round after round rat-tat-tat was the sound
Now understand the situation, it was urgent
We, handled this emergency urgently
I can't just have no **** out there just workin' me, jerkin' me
Talkin' all kind of shit, dishin dirt on me, shit
He was a local **** shiesty and didn't want to pay up
So I got dressed in all black and loaded the K up
And all I could think about is revenge as I lit the J up
And even though it was late night, I still fucked his whole day up
It was child's play, the youngster took me for a joke
Not knowin' Mack a maniac and I love the gun smoke
Make sparks in my barrel, shit flew through his apparel
Stupid motherfucker lost his life over dinero
[Verse 6]
Call nine eleven, then call your reverend
Then call heaven, here I come lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
An eye for an eye when you live and die by this war
[Verse 7]
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, hold them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
[Verse 8]
It ain't safe no fuckin' mo'
I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my soul
This motherfuckin' Dub, is hall of bang ****, I claim ****
Like PCP to the brain, it's like kel runnin my fame ****
White lightnin' I'm sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip
And like a fiend, I tremble, shiver and them blow your doam to smithereens
Act up, no actor, starch crease ragger
Dick harder than viagra, Dub push your ick backwards
Connect alumni, but the gun high
Bloods and crips and when we touch down we turn **** hoods 'til the guy say grip
Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, 'cause I'm fucked up in the can and I
Fuck a bitch over whether she can blew or all red
The industry most hated, **** get at us, we ready, Dub, Mack and Cube
Like Saddam, Bin Laden and no jag in the Chevy
Back again, momma there go that man again
Grab the gun, them **** on one
Call 9-1-1
[Verse 9]
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, hold them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
Written by: Dedrick Rolison, O'Shea Jackson, Treyvon Green, WC, William Calhoun