feat. B-Real, Eminem



WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! {*laughs*}

Guess who's back?!?!

Mommy! We're home!!

Say hello to my little friends

DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill

Everybody! Put your hands where my eyes can see!!!



Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck

Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was

50, Tweezy, Obie there won't be no hoe in us

They pop shit like they gon do shit but no one does

From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles

We've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjust

You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us

It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages

And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched

It's not like we're just feeling ourselves that much

It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch

We just know that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it

Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that

You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at

That you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in it

No one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see this shit

And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it

The noise from (?) be drowned out by the crowd

And you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing

Till the club closes, and clears out

And that's when they see you flatened

Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flapping

And you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rapping

It ain't about the music no more, it's bout trying to show off

And it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off



Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playing no games

We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names

Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause

Hip-hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone

It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more

It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor

Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911



Step off my holster cause shit it's getting serious

All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious

Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm curious

How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us?

Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious

Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious

We living for real and others just making the stories up

Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks

If you take a fucking minute to think about what you've done

When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun

Got a hot one, spraying you bitches til there is none

I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb

Silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches

We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my riches

Your game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit

Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon



about to change, cause we ain't playing no games

We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names

Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause

Hip-hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone

It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more

It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor

Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911



Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit

On this shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did it

When I - put it in motion, my focus is getting branded

My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it

Got you - stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbers

But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamour

When you - enter the business you thinking you running shit

You witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit!

We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later

All these - imitators parading like they some playas

Trying to - save hip-hop the task is something greater

Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters

Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not caring

I'm riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying

I'm in a - full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed

On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s



about to change, cause we ain't playing no games

We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names

Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause

Hip-hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone

It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more

It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor

Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911

911 (Feat. B-Real & Ganxsta Ridd)歌词

Eminem

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feat. B-Real, Eminem

[Intro - Eminem]

WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! {*laughs*}

Guess who's back?!?!

Mommy! We're home!!

Say hello to my little friends

DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill

Everybody! Put your hands where my eyes can see!!!

[Verse - Eminem]

Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck

Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was

50, Tweezy, Obie there won't be no hoe in us

They pop shit like they gon do shit but no one does

From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles

We've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjust

You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us

It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages

And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched

It's not like we're just feeling ourselves that much

It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch

We just know that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it

Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that

You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at

That you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in it

No one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see this shit

And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it

The noise from (?) be drowned out by the crowd

And you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing

Till the club closes, and clears out

And that's when they see you flatened

Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flapping

And you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rapping

It ain't about the music no more, it's bout trying to show off

And it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off

[Chorus - Eminem]

Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playing no games

We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names

Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause

Hip-hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone

It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more

It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor

Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911

[Verse - B-Real]

Step off my holster cause shit it's getting serious

All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious

Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm curious

How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us?

Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious

Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious

We living for real and others just making the stories up

Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks

If you take a fucking minute to think about what you've done

When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun

Got a hot one, spraying you bitches til there is none

I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb

Silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches

We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my riches

Your game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit

Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon

[Chorus]

about to change, cause we ain't playing no games

We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names

Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause

Hip-hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone

It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more

It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor

Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911

[Verse - Ganxsta Ridd]

Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit

On this shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did it

When I - put it in motion, my focus is getting branded

My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it

Got you - stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbers

But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamour

When you - enter the business you thinking you running shit

You witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit!

We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later

All these - imitators parading like they some playas

Trying to - save hip-hop the task is something greater

Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters

Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not caring

I'm riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying

I'm in a - full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed

On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s

[Chorus]

about to change, cause we ain't playing no games

We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names

Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause

Hip-hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone

It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more

It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor

Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911