911 (featuring B Real & Ganxsta Ridd) lyrics - Eminem

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911 (featuring B Real & Ganxsta Ridd) lyrics

-Intro-
Whoooooooo!!!
Hahahahahaha
Guess who's back!
Mummy! We're home!
Say Hello to my little friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill
Everybody put your hands where my eyes can see

-1st verse: Eminem-
Everywhere we go people know
We roll deep as f***
Forty, fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
50, Twizzy, Obie, there won't be no ho 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 gettin' 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 that we 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 p**** and everybody can see that
You f*** around, get caught in a spot you shouldn't be at
That you got no business being in, we ain't even gon' be in it
No one's gonna hear nothing
No one's gonna see this shit
And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it
The noise from clutch 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'll see you flattened
nobody saw it happen
All cause your jaws are flapping
And you couldn't stop yappin'
And took it past rappin'
It ain't about the music no more
It's about try to show off
And it feels like any minute the bomb is 'bout to go off

-Chorus-
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

-2nd verse: B Real-
Step off my holster ‘cause shit is getting serious
All these drugs you’ll be f***ing with make you delirious
Thinking you’re coming with heat, yo son, I’m curious
How long are you gonna 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’re living for real and others just making the stories up
Allusions are broken so live it up you corny f***s
If you’ll take a f***ing minute of thinking about you’ve done
When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches till 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 the 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
Come on!

-Chorus-
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

-3rd verse: Ganxsta Ridd-
Uh, Gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you visit
On this shit you call Hip Hop, this function is where did it
When I put in motion, my focus is getting branded
My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said id
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 this imitators parading like they’re some players
Trying to save Hip Hop the task is something greater
‘Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators
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 a 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.’s

-Chorus-
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



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