Eminem Lyrics
"911"
(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 K's get to scream
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]
[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]
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