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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - "911"
Lyrics to 911 : (feat. B-Real, Eminem) [Intro: Eminem] WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! [laughs] Guess whos back'!'! Mommy! Were 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 wont 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 Weve changed the way we move so man up if you cant adjust You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us Its funny, I guess money does have its advantages And it isnt that we just think that we cant be touched Its not like were just feeling ourselves that much Its just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch We just know that yall aint gon be the one whos gon do it Cause first of all youre pussy and everybody can see that You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldnt be at That you got no business being in, we aint even gon be in it No ones gunna hear nothing, no ones gunna see this shit And theyll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it The noise from (') be drowned out by the crowd And youll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing Till the club closes, and clears out And thats when they see you flatened Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flapping And you couldnt stop yapping and took it past rapping It aint about the music no more, its bout trying to show off And it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off [Chorus: Eminem] Shits about to change, cause we aint playing no games We aint budging neither are they, we aint saying no names Shit just aint the same, when the Ks get to scream Hip-hop is in a state of 911 It aint about hip-hop, cause those days are gone It aint about trying rip shots, to get props no more Its 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 its getting serious All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, Im 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 youve 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 Im 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 games just like a midget, youre clocking a small digit Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people thats how we live it, cmon [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 wouldnt pause and wonder, admitting its all glamour When you - enter the business you thinking you running shit You witness that funny shit, your bitches they aint 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, Im not telling, or more like killing not caring Im riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying Im in a - full circle with homies thats supposed to bleed On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.s [Chorus] [ 911 Lyrics ]
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