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(N.W.A style – verse-heavy, raw, aggressive beat)
[Intro – Spoken Word]
Yeah, you hear that siren?
Rollin’ up, actin’ like heroes
But they ain’t savin’ nobody on my block…
[Verse 1 – Ice-Cube Style Flow]
F*** the fire department, comin’ in late,
My crib burnin’ down, and they talkin’ ’bout fate.
Pull up slow, sippin’ on coffee,
Talkin’ ’bout permits, man, get off me!
You got a badge and a hose, but no heart,
Let my granny choke in the smoke from the start.
You ain’t a savior, you a staged-up joke,
In my hood, y’all come when the whole block’s toast.
[Verse 2 – Eazy-E Style Flow]
I called 9-1-1, got voicemail,
By the time they came, we in smoke hell.
Truck sittin’ pretty while the flame got lit,
Now my neighbor homeless, and they don’t give a s***.
Roll deep in a rig with a siren on top,
But won’t step foot till the whole thing pop.
Insurance claim, now they playin’ pretend,
Y’all ain’t firefighters, you just wait for the end.
[Chorus – Hook]
F*** the fire department! (Yeah!)
They don’t show up, they just start arguin’.
F*** the fire department! (What?)
My street’s burnin’, they just park and spin.
F*** the fire department!
Ain’t no heroes here — just badges and sin.
[Verse 3 – Dr. Dre Style Flow]
They got axes, but no action,
Camera crews on deck, all distraction.
Pull up flexin’, gear lookin’ clean,
While my fam lost everything, you know what I mean?
This ain’t about the ones who fight real fires,
It’s the ones on payroll just buildin’ empires.
Pensions fat, while the projects roast,
And the chief at a gala makin’ champagne toasts.
[Outro – Spoken Word]
To the ones who really run in when the heat’s up —
Respect.
But for the rest of y’all frontin’?
F*** the fire department