911 lyrics

[Intro: Eminem]

Woo-hoo! *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 1: Eminem]

Yo

Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck

Forty, fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was

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

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

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

We 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 (Ha)

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 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 clips and rounds be drowned out by the crowd

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

'Til the club closes, and clears out, and that's when they see you flattened

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 about to go off

[Chorus: Eminem]

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

We ain't budgin', neither are they, we ain't sayin' no names

Shit just ain't the same when AK's get to sprayin'

"Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1"

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

It ain't about tryna 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 9-1-1"

[Verse 2: B-Real]

Took my strap off my holster, 'cause shit is 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 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 living for real and others just making the stories up

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

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

When you stood against the gangster who live and die by the gun

Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there was none

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

You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches

We cut you and give you stitches for envyin' all our riches

The game's just like a midget, you clockin' a small digit

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

[Chorus: Eminem]

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

We ain't budgin', neither are they, we ain't sayin' no names

Shit just ain't the same when AK's get to sprayin'

"Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1"

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

It ain't about tryna 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 9-1-1"

[Verse 3: Ganxsta Ridd]

Uh, Ganxsta, Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit

On the 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 players

Tryna 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 s'posed to bleed

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

[Chorus: Eminem]

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

We ain't budgin', neither are they, we ain't sayin' no names

Shit just ain't the same when AK's get to sprayin'

"Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1"

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

It ain't about tryna 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 9-1-1"